I love poetry, and the way words come to life, and give life.
It is a free bird, and the poets hands, a cage.
Yet, how does one lure the bird?
Simply by feeling, squeeze the heart
and the emotion will flow.
Set it aflame,
let the soul fill till it cannot contain.
Let it Rain.
Then hold up heavens reflection.
I want to transcend poetry to alchemy
and make these words golden.
Poetry, the pursuit of happiness, progressing, beautiful things,