My poetry's a penetrating subtle song,
caressing very gently - heart and soul,
redolent with a perfume slightly strong,
itβs served with thought and in a bowl.
A bird's song is gently caressing my soul,
to the realm of freedom, it carries me whole ...
Up there, among the stars, in the beautiful sky
and inside, where our dreams, we cannot deny.
and from your sorrow, she will weave a vest,
and proudly wear it as a fashionable getup
She'll never judge you and will try her best
to give you comfort i...