Lost and hopelessly wandering how on earth I’d file the pass through the stormy gloom, Not knowing what to do next or the step to take. Then came a light in disguise, a beacon that shone so bright. I had not seen it, A mentor, a guide, a source
Category: Arts
OUT OF THE POET
Poetry is not about comparison neither is it about competition. Poetry is the expression of our feelings and thoughts. The sincere words that come from the innermost core of the soul. The words we write come from the heart and speak to our audience. Words that flow in no