Poetry

From the rhythm of the meter and the vertical weight, we draw inspiration (poetry) with our five senses, we paint it a (surreal) painting, in (a night of poetry) or in (a journey to the horizon), when the same morning manifests, or (April rain) warm rain showers us, and the dew of (jasmine) scents the air, and we believe (love is my existence), and we rise with (the new spirit).