It is a flight with open wings!
It is the best the letter brings.
A sorrow fit.
It is the anguish of the lows.
It is the wave that drowns pain.
It is what’s lacking in the prose.
It is a rhythm without strain.
What could it be if not your dreams
Of many hues and many themes?
If you enjoy to think in rhyme,
Don’t let your talent pass in vain.
I do invite you any time
To leave your mark in this domain.