If I were an ant, what disadvantages are mine?
If I may love with all my being,
being an ant?
You would then be, I mean,
I would then be,
imperceptible in the grand balance of power.

If I were an ant, I think I could do no evil.

Trust that we always tell and seek the truth
Despite the glint in our eyes
The biting of our lips
Trust that honesty comes first
Trust that fear will be overpowered by strength
Even if it seems that Light always carries
Shadow as if it’s chained to it’s ankle

Believe that a perpetual smile will perforate
All the lies,
All the fear,
And all the tenebrosity

That it will pull you out of your deepest sorrows
Despite all the betrayal and aspersion
We must remember that although
Every light is burdened with shadow,
Every shadow is burdened with light

I wonder.
What is poetry in person?
Can I touch it?
Can I feel it?
who is poetry?
a person made of experiences, dreams, nightmares, humour, joy, love, and so much more...
I wonder.
I would want to say Hello.
If I meet it some day I want to say hello.
To say thank you for giving me space to express myself like no other way...
Hello Poetry!
That is what I would say...