Poetry

Countless poems Like butterflies held tenderly in poet's heart With colors of joy and gladness Mingled with grief and sadness Kindled sketches of subtle thoughts And obscured imaginations Abstract philosophies And obsolete ideologies Songs of love and vanity Broken promises Wounded emotions War and revolution Hopes and dreams Till he decides to reconcile And let them fly Upon their delicate wings To seek new destinations To be free to meet or merge in new voice To find its place upon an open palm Or be caught in the web of a dream catcher Fly lonely upon a cactus flower Or be out there to breathe the garden beauty Some time a poet has to bid adieu to his poetry Just to be free Just to be him or her.