That Is Me

Poem by Aspazija
That is me – sometimes merry as a spring
Sometimes very sad.
Sometimes from my eyes runs spiteful fire
Sometimes lighting runs from my fingers.
That is me.
Among daily viewpoint I feel myself as rose among turnips.
I am a fire among dry switch.
That is me.
(Contributed by daniel on Tuesday, April 5th, 2011)
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