I lean into a rhythm when I write a single phrase find meaning in the beating, let each Word to make its way my body always follows and my soul surrenders too and suddenly The Sun has a horizon made of You I revel in the warmth and choose to share it with the world to give as much as possible to few or many more my poetry is nothing but a measure I received I offer it to anyone and everyone in peace
“Мир оставляю вам, мир Мой даю вам; не так, как мир дает, Я даю вам. || Да не смущается сердце ваше и да не устрашается.” От Иоанна 14:27