Hey, all my fellow poets, let's celebrate us as no one would do.
|Boys love girls.
Girls love boys.
Poets love sun, moon, hills, rivers, pin, dust bin,
and all other things that exist and things that don't exist.
If you go from A to B, it is logic.
If you go anywhere, everywhere, it is magic.
The poem is magic.
A poet's mind is younger than newborn and older than 90 years old.
to write tomorrow.