@ d-pend your poetry
It is a force that struggles to get out of our interior,
a mixture of white feelings now black,
a fight against the current,
is to carry the sensation in all directions.
Poetry is abstract and concrete,
now sweet now bitter,
It is a stop in the silence of the soul,
an island of feelings in a sea of ​​stone,
and it moves us away from the grip of apathy.
Poetry has no barriers, it is everywhere,
either outside or inside.
It is a painted illusion of thought at dawn,
it is the fruit of love for life,
breaking the wall of hypocrisy.