When a poem speaks

A dictionary is not a must

The only ruler is your heart

To measure definitions and doubts

Pain and gain, right or wrong

Past and present, black or white

When a poem speaks

A question is an answer

One word on screen

Two behind, maybe three, or four

Even ten, a hundred, a million

On the way, invisible

When a poem speaks

Still life becomes animated

Animated thoughts frozen

In a line, or in a word

Unbreakable beauty

Sits between lines

Your heart is the solution

To decode the empty space

If a poem can talk

Let it talk his own dialect

If a poem can sing

Let it sing her own notes

If a poem willing to answer

It already has its own marker

A cross, a check or a blank

When you dig too deep

You’ll miss trees, grass and flowers,

Houses, people, and dogs around

When you focus the underneath

You won’t feel the breeze, the sun

The mist, the color surround

Be simple

The hardest language to learn

To tell the truth

Stay on the surface is the best way

To see more, and Feel more

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