For the heart that longs for freedom, for the soul that yearns to fly. This poetry has no argument in it, it doesn't make a case for anything, it is not seeking to persuade any one of anything. It is a quiet flower in the forest, minding its own business. Occasionally a passerby stops and looks, and in that relationship, that exquisite moment, there is a communion of love meeting itself. Nothing more, nothing less. No grand plan,
Thank you Kavi
Thanks Jason.
Beautiful Kavi, many thanks for your poetry. x
Thanks James. x