I am not the Poet

I am not the poet.

I am pieces of wind, around in seas.

I am pieces of moon which as the wheat,

 they were planted in the ground with a wish….

To have fruit, to have food

for those souls, who want to satisfy their hunger.

I am not the poet.

Light blue thoughts only,

i am pieces of foam, that try to link each other,

in order to become sea accompanied with the gulls

and remember with distress,

to paint on the sand

that word …

The real name,

of the poet.