Heartbeat

My heart is still beating
Silence don't mean death
My heart is still beating
Poetry is still in my veins
My heart pumping it
With every heart beat
My white blood cells
Defending any foreigner
That may want to attack
Poetry in my veins

by Itai Oscar

Comments (1)

A great ars poetica, Oscar. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks