the poets

oh, we are so beautiful
when we sleep
with a smile painted
on our lips
and we are more than beautiful
when we smile together
with a dream in the eyes
and the feet ready
to go and catch
the wonders of beauty!

of letters and numbers,
we are the ones
who make music
out of a simpler rhythm,
and out of the will
of being born
we reinvent Love
to make it
while we stay small.

we keep going till we are gone.

how would you make the poetess happier?