Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A

Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance.

The Woman Named Tomorrow Sits With A Hairpin In Her Teeth And Takes Her Time

Freedom Is Baffling: Men Having It Often Know Not They Have It Till It Is Gone And They No Longer Have It.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.

Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture, A Song, Or A Flair, In A Deliberate Prism Of Words.