I myself
am not a poet by trade,
but by heart
My words could sometimes lack
To do their part
So under the clumsy rhymes I stack
Try to see the efforts made
I however don't rhyme much, and mine is not a pleasant story,
it does not possess the gentle harmony of invented tales;
like the lives of all men who have given up trying to deceive themselves, it is a mixture of nonsense and
chaos, madness and dreams.
So if that does not avert you I have indeed found a soul light enough to join this story riding on the wind of a nameless bird singing a story no poet would.
P.S. in a less poetic tone, if I may, I will avert your attention to this detail; for each poem I have picked a piece of classical music that is made of the same emotion as my heart when writing it, so if you would be so kind to listen, it could make this experience much more colorful for you.
YOU ARE READING
A nameless bird singing
PoetryA poetry book The life of the sun as sung by a bird Since people tend to go crazy on copyright these days, I hereby state that the image used as the cover and the image used as a header in some chapters are not mine, they were both taken from googl...
