Why Poetry…

Somewhere in universe, 
to a forgotten place. 
Somewhere but close 
to the outer space.

There is a poetry box, 
locked but filled of words, 
lines and united letters, 
ready to fly with the birds

Down from a dark sky, 
to bounce on the stars, 
comes all emotions to a poem, 
landing softly on my scars.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-02