My window of life
And as I watch it going though in the people eyes
I ask myself, who am I? Who are you?
who must I be? Who must you be?
To write these words with pure purity
My words float past the mountains and echo off the sea
My mind is like a open door, and my poems are my air
Open wide and speak out to set these words free, the gab is a gift and the mind is a treasure… So writing what I feel is the greatest pleasure…my ecstasy….❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer