To cope up with poetry, is like crossing on traffic railroads or climbing towering mountains, isn't it? But I chose poems (which only few writes) because I love rhyming and mingling words, and I want to unveil what kind of art I have been hanging on my galleries up to these years.
It is ridiculous, right? When you still wander upon the woods of confusions that you cannot pen your words in a better manner, yet you have already written a lot.
Stirring some cups of coffee of thoughts on my mind, somehow is arduous to do, but I am still so thankful I have best readers like all of you.
Poetry is where I am into. I think in order to write. I write in order to learn.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
To cope up with poetry, is like crossing on traffic railroads or climbing towering mountains, isn't it? But I chose poems (which only few writes) because I love rhyming and mingling words, and I want to unveil what kind of art I have been hanging on my galleries up to these years.
It is ridiculous, right? When you still wander upon the woods of confusions that you cannot pen your words in a better manner, yet you have already written a lot.
Stirring some cups of coffee of thoughts on my mind, somehow is arduous to do, but I am still so thankful I have best readers like all of you.
Poetry is where I am into. I think in order to write. I write in order to learn.
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