midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
but such is life, eternal battle and struggling,
striving to break the darkness,
striving to overcome loneliness.
And the desire to light our way on a bright day,
that there are no obstacles in our way.
It’s hard, but the goal pushes us forward.
There in the end, only in the end, are success and reward.
There is magic
There is something miraculously beautiful
in the poet's mind,
in how he lowers words into colorful pearls,
magical pearls that understand other souls,
cling to other hearts and ennoble them.
There is a magical way in which poetry
manages to touch those who love it.
It’s a magic that cannot be explained by science,
that the poetic soul understands when it’s by itself,
in silence.
There is also a miracle above all miracles:
with one push of a button,
the beads of verse begin to fly
and fly around the planet.
The world of poets
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