My heart feels such pleading and such truth. The knowing that surrounds the emptiness of life absent that soul that makes one worth passing through it. As always, I greatly admire these works that male me feel.
My heart feels such pleading and such truth. The knowing that surrounds the emptiness of life absent that soul that makes one worth passing through it. As always, I greatly admire these works that male me feel.
That is the true goal of, not just poetry, but all writing, and all media, to make us feel, to make us think, is it not?
And if so, does that mean "love" is itself a work of art? A fiction? Makes one wonder. But the feelings, they're definitely real.
Thank you for the always kind words, and for your support :)
Trust me! Your poetry is truly my pleasure to read and absorb. You have a great skill and I would be foolish not to stop by and regularly read.