A poem…

A poem is the moulding of a hand with the sparkles of the eyes, through the silent speech of the ears, but essentially, it is how a soul smells like. A poem in truth is a flower in bloom with all the human senses in unison: feelings.

(Soar, October 2011, www.soaring-wrods.com. Photo: private source)

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