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The transparecy,
the longing to draw, decorate, unite with the Universe
The alienation, the desiree to be someone else, somewhere else,
The longing to love and spread love like spring leaves around
you-
All this make you a poet, special and unique.
But
Think more of life than of death
of hope, of joy, of daylight.
Keep transparent your angels' wings
And soar high.
Poetry is a joy for the soul,
A nourishment for the heart. |
