It has been way too long ago,
Thousand of poems have been written.
None of those were mine.
Beautiful; words were written down.
So many emotions, so many people.
And I wasn't one of them.
I used to write every day,
you can look for it in the archieve.
And now again; one poem is mine...
I missed this; this little world of our own.
Every week I read your words,
and you all make me smile...
Poets you are,
And I am glad to be among you again...