Poetry Visit

I wake up. In a jump, I stand up.

I dreamed that poetry today would come here.

Will be?

That was all I wanted most.

I thank God in a prayer.

It takes long, but finally she appears.

I stop and come across,

I fall silent with astonishment,

For God’s sake! I would never recognize her!

She comes so simple, so beautiful!

Oh my! Se comes so shy!

And imagine! Dressed in everyday words.

She looks me in the eye and she tells me smiling:

Nice to meet you! I’m the Poetry.

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