When poets write they are always trying to find that light
night rustles the pagesand empties the sky.that’s why you see stars on the page.that’s how…
we poets love to dust emptiness on the page before walking out from the dreams.
Write for me a quatrain, be that peace which I need,be that poem for me, let those words…
my life is different I observe a lot I talk less and write moreand if I find a poem…
If now you have time write that story which is resting somewhere.
