May the nights always be aglow
with the bliss of the day
with unharmed hands and feet
and kissed cheeks.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.

poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes
its composition.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.