Colors and spirits of poems
Have you ever stood on a high moving cloud,
Then shouted to the heaven from so close?
Have you ever swum in the sea of emotions,
liberated the deepest feelings inside you,
And set it free,
Let it fly to the moon?
Listen...
To the whispers of poems around us,
That we can comprehend if we open our hearts.
Their rhythms and spirits flow through us,
Can be set free from every bounded body.
We need to paint the world with all their colors;
We need to free the spirits of poems,
With the wind!