I love writing so much that for me words are not just literal expressions or phrases, but like music for the composer who composes it. They contain my unspoken images and thoughts, in colors, sensations, and breath. This is already professional. If I start doing something with all my passion, I can't stop.
I love writing, for me it's freedom.
There is an expression "Paper will endure everything"...but paper is our best friend! This is our best friend, the interlocutor, this is the road-along which our thoughts come out of us, and thanks to this we can share our thoughts, lines and words with the interlocutor....I want to share with you my lines of the poem.
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I let my soul go free,
Let it fly like a bird in the open.
Let it soar higher than the sun
And breaks into a scream over the sea.
Mocking the wind and the sky
And laughing at the law of nature,
the soul-birds fly between us,
All trying to find a minute,
Just a second of lost life.
The life that they wanted to leave behind,
A life that could be hated,
But they can't come back from there.
This will captivates forever,
This sky takes away the shackles,
Ghost-the wind gives them wings,
Well, death gives them their freedom.