There’s no way out of the maze of poetry, but each of its corners is a verse; each of its flowers, the fitting word; every scent, the soul’s voice floating openly; and, overall, a harmonious universe where her rapt heart guides her back and forth.
There’s no way out of the maze of poetry, but each of its corners is a verse; each of its flowers, the fitting word; every scent, the soul’s voice floating openly; and, overall, a harmonious universe where her rapt heart guides her back and forth.