Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories