Breaking words

Few things fire my soul with passion but words and poetry. For me poetry is a dying language that only those with a hopeless romantic heart and a imaginative mind can learn and understand. The beauty of poetry and its metaphors is something that can bring about a sense of comfort during loss and a sense of longing during lonely days. The spoken word is ugly, the only words I have ever truly thought were beautiful were scrawled in ink on pages of books that were never meant to be shared. Poetry is like secret riddles that can only be decoded by the soul. I love poetry, I love metaphors and I love that my soul can dance with delight when it reads a poem like this …


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