

Why make poetry?
Why make Art?
To make your flower bloom when it's dark
To make your sky orange when it rains
To make the sun shine at nightal.
A kid in me makes art
The adult me judges
A kid in me falls in love
The adult me fails
The kid in me paints hope
The adult me?
It only paints - Houses and windows and doors, and floors
Can it paint hope and love and belief and kindness and happiness, and a smile?





