ME IN POETBAY




I am new in here.
It all started with the fear
will they read my work
will they like my soul?

Words are a human next to me
waiting me for him to be.
And Poetbay is the place he lives.
Sometimes laughs,sometimes grieves.

I want to make friends.
Countries have no ends.
I want to be free
and that is Poetbay for me.

The place i can be
the poet of sensitivity.
The place i can be
me,my soul and we.




Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-06-01 at 06:45

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