Library
Poetry
Poetry
1 min
123
Poetry does not know
For borders
On the saddle of magic
Flies to infinity
She is the breeze of the soul that smells intoxicating
It connects all the meridians with a ray of light.
She is the most subtle holy lyre
With notes of love
Embrace the heart
Caress with your gentle fingers
And kissed the lips with the lips of the verse.
Poetry is a quiet whisper of longing
A powerful aphrodisiac of passion
Poetry is like a gorgeous flower
She is the light of the celestial sunflower.
