Words shrouded,
Behind the tongue,
Lacking what to write ,
home about, is the sticky situation
Of the proletariat.

Like a bird, they fish about,
For notions, but they are always undercover.
What more can they do if not give up.

For a poet, ideas flows like a fountain of living water, without ceasing.
Words, conceptions scout for him and present themselves to be chosen.

Just with a pen and paper, he designs the unseen future and gives it an outstanding imagination.

Seeking for a solution, you will uncover it in his exhilarating and eloquent writings.
And the key to unlatched the beauty of imagination into authenticity.

Dive into this journey,
Of inspiration and fascination,
To enjoy the beauty of being a poet.






© #Andia