I love verbs; they define all the life around me
I hurt, I lost, I have, I love…
They are perfection in such tiny spaces
Creating life and death, they always are.

My adjectives give power to my verbs
Or make them softer when the ear is faint
Still they mean nothing by themselves
Just coloured leaves supporting a soul’s crown

All the time the nouns give me a direction
I always look around to see the world
To find that special thing that “is”
That makes the world go round

I play my words, I bring death and create
Our language is one thing that brings us closer
That special feature makes us question
And gives us possibilities of life