Poetry flows like the ink from my pen.
It pours out of me like a sonnet that has no end.
Verses I write creating the rhythmic flow.
It’s almost like the words pour out creating their own show.
Poetry flows like the oceans waves.
The words teach me what I should say.
I am open to the rhymes, I am open to the flow.
Poetry is my gift, it gives me a glow.
You Made Me Beautiful AA 