I am a poet


Debina Sanasam

Sometimes in the brightness
Of the afternoon sun
I think thoughts of sadness
And as I weave words
Into lines of untold stories
I wonder a world where
The moon is an art and
The existence an artist
I write as I breathe
Sometimes about love
And sometimes about hope
Thinking about life
And thinking about death
For in words and lyrics
I lost myself and one time
I found myself
But I still write as I breathe
I am dramatic as well as unmoving
I make words and play with them
I am a poet.


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