you create words and change them into
poetic forms
you count, you become sensitive how each syllable sounds
to fit the mood
and the circumstances
you consider the strength of each feeling
hate, you have much but you
balance it with so much love growing and growing like trees
in your field, this body of fertile emotions,
you put the proper colors and ambiance and
you make a creation so beautiful
i ask you for what purpose
the reason for all these
magical moment
and you put a line which says you want to please someone
i am sad
no one pleases no one
that is not the reason
for you must first please yourself, learn that art of selfishness
before you can start pleasing others,
it is the same thing with
love.

RIC S. BASTASA

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