Sometimes, only poems will do.
The words as they meet the paper
sing with a subtle voice,
a quiet, ringing tone
that resounds in the heart:
this is poetry.
So I lift my pen, my wand
and conjure fair spells
to entrance the heart
and grant the power to fly…
Poetry is a doorway to impossible lands.
The words as they meet the paper
sing with a subtle voice,
a quiet, ringing tone
that resounds in the heart:
this is poetry.
So I lift my pen, my wand
and conjure fair spells
to entrance the heart
and grant the power to fly…
Poetry is a doorway to impossible lands.