Sounds are born out of silence, And movements out of stillness.Poetry is the meaning leading to the eternal, And the poet's soul strives to create a union.
For not everyone can touch the depths, Getting into the streams of life.The whirlpool of fate, sometimes as a gift, Takes us straight to the door of heavens.
Sometimes the poet's hand,Playing between the lines with silence, Touches the soundless strings, Revealing the depth of the hearts.
I sincerely wish you, dear reader, to discover this real treasure hidden in your heart....
