Knowing the truth is like climbing a mountain in an effort to reach the peak. The skies, snow, greens and birds – and finally the peak, will always enthrall you; but you have to be prepared for bad weather, creatures, thorns and stones which hurt.
The answers found by writing poetry occasionally repair the lesion wreaked by reason; rarely heal ones which are wreaked by incongruence.
Poetry is a mostly an intertwined result of dancing with the shadows of yesterday, the darkness of the present and the expectant brilliance of tomorrow.
You rarely need to be good with words in order to carve poetry; just need to be superior at feeling emotions completely.
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