I wrote you because I'm sorry,
A student living with stipend.
Poems are my little hobby
To state on paper what I had felt.
But real aim for me is foggy,
I don't need money or the prize,
I don't compose for anybody,
So if you like I'll be surprised.
I'm sure my poor verses
Are not able to compete,
Bad inspirations are my curses
To take and throw words in a pit.
All in all I want to join you,
But it my wish unlike my means.
And, by the way, I want to thank you
For the opportunity to win.
The Letter
© Copyright: Sergel Craze, 2003
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