poetry

A thought comes to mind,

Like the early dew drops.

Awaiting the right time,

So that art can take a gigantic form.

Just a moment suffices the thinker,

The world gets Homer, Virgil and Milton.

Mere play with words create wonders,

Emotions are expressed in depths.

A world of own is created in all its glory,

For this power is only in the hands of a Poet.

The creator of the different and the beautiful,

Helping us, to revive the best moments.