WARNING: 'There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.'
Poetry: Someone who was broken from the very delicacy that puts happiness in his heart.
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
PAINTING IS POETRY which is seen but not heard. POETRY IS A PAINTING which is heard but not seen. -Leonardo Da Vinci . . . Coruscate (v.) to reflect brilliantly, to sparkle
