Poets and writers are the Phoenix that rise from the ashes of desires,wishes, dreams,love and most of all their own souls and hearts,...that carried all of it.
So now they can fly freely in the sky, their's and only their's to call. The sky that has their own Sun, their own Moon, their own stars,...and their own clouds that smile only to them, that twinkle only for them and that talk only with them,..in their own languages of forlorn hopes with the passion of burning scars.
#LetItFlow
