The birds of imagination,
no doubt or hesitation,
no gravity, no names or religions,
no nations, only journey,
no return, flights to unspoken desires.
They are emissaries of sacredness,
create something that still does not exist,
unmasking the invinitely inventive life.
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Alexis k. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Thank you Jazib! I will look your poems very carefully!