True poetry's reflection of our soul
An infinite to desire to share, and more
The beacon that is calling to us all,
a prayer for our ships to come to shore.

True poetry is perfection at its best
The sleepless nights, the cumpled sheets, the ink
This winding road will put you to the test
to say it all without a missing link.

Your poem should send bubbles to the sky,
to sings and breathe, untill the mind is clear
A poet worth his soul should wonder why
awaited paradize is still not near.

There is no better job, than to create
And this is why my poetry is fate.