I want to write a poetry book where each page becomes a dove...
And takes flight with the wind...
To a poet inspiration and imagination are the same...
So I imagine pages flying in the universe of inspiration...
Looking for a poem that will become their eternal companion...
To  an empty piece of paper, a poem is an unknown friend...
Because there can be no stronger friendship than the one between an empty page and a poem...
Once they meet they take flight...
And will stay together for an eternity...
Leaving their message everywhere they go...
If you suddenly feel the sound of book pages being flipped by the wind...
And the whisper of verses and sonnets in your ears...
It is because a poem has just been born...