"He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life." - George Sand, from The Devil's Pool.
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from em...
In my slumber i see a light blinding in the path in which I take But the path I won't go the light doesn't seem to go I turn around wanting to go back but a wall blocks my way So I stay I choice I must make a light that is blinding or a darkness with a silence that is deafening The choice I face my seem idiotic a simple one at the very least but it's not
Sunlight peaks awakening me for the day the thought of my slumber in my mind School a place of friends, of toil and smart It reminds me of my slumber the choice I had the light that blinds me or the dark that deafs me Seeing my friends I noticed something my slumber didn't have a hint of grey I may be blind,I may be deaf but with my friends by my side I don't think I could choose wrong Jess
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