Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.
And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.
POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.