I watched words
make love to each other
on a bed made of paper
I saw her get pregnant
her womb grew
till beautiful
sentences
birthed
poems

I saw
them grow
captivating minds
with their soulful lines
Emotionally men got connect
I saw it all, how they grew old and older,
how these little babies became parents,
how they raised their own offspring,
how their offsprings grew,
how they lost track,
how their poetry,
died,

© glayvin