Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet, as flour goes into the making of bread.
(Pablo Neruda)
I know this. I know this from long time ago. And even more. Poetry brings a smile for everyone who is listening. May be the rhythm, or just the words harmonically coming up together, i will never know. But what i know best is how to translate my feelings into poetry. I will do this, again and again, until i will live in the world that i would like to live. Ideals becoming reality, this is the dream i dreamed tonight.
Sweet dreams!
G.
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