what a vast and wondrous compensation this thing we call poetry is!
behind it, i run like a child who has yet to know the world
and it never says a word to me about how i should slow down
how it approaches me like an ancient mother!
and how protective it is, like the father in the nature!
if i were to go mad and lose myself with all my strength, at every moment and in every place, forever
that would be its way of taking pride in me!
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
what a vast and wondrous compensation this thing we call poetry is!
behind it, i run like a child who has yet to know the world
and it never says a word to me about how i should slow down
how it approaches me like an ancient mother!
and how protective it is, like the father in the nature!
if i were to go mad and lose myself with all my strength, at every moment and in every place, forever
that would be its way of taking pride in me!
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