In my ink
I open
the library
of my soul
Write words
to the song
Neither lifeless
not yet born
From the lowest
to the highest
History
beside us
Until we wake
into another dawn

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of dictionary.

Poetry is the first language of divinity.

If they don’t like you for being yourself, be yourself even more.

sometimes happy memories hurt the most