Why do you make poems every day? Any pressure?
A friend ask me ones.
I cannot have an answer to this question
but it is like asking the river
why it flows everyday.
or asking the sun,
why she shines constantly.
all the reasons in the entire world
cannot describe why a flower gives off
her aroma when she meets with the sun.
If you ask a bird as to why she keeps flying instead of crawling
I know she would not say to you
"it is just because I have beautiful wings."
Instead, she would say:
every single feather in my wings
are crocheted with a ribbon of light.
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