If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.
Vanna BontaPurity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.
Vanna BontaPoetry is our heart, our spirit, our soul. Call it whatever; without it, everything else is nothing but hardware.
Vanna Bonta