Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.
Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.
To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.
The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.