Poetry was just a little hummingbird that flew down to perch on my shoulder. “You’re coming with me,” it whispered in my ear. What if I had not listened? That little hummingbird would have kept on eluding me, taunting me with its beauty from an unreachable distance. But I listened and I learned. And soon enough, I became a poet.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Poetry was just a little hummingbird that flew down to perch on my shoulder. “You’re coming with me,” it whispered in my ear. What if I had not listened? That little hummingbird would have kept on eluding me, taunting me with its beauty from an unreachable distance. But I listened and I learned. And soon enough, I became a poet.
