When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.