Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.
I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.