When you are visited by inspiration, make sure that it does not want to steal your mind.
Poetry is a special art. The reader is a guide to the world of fantasy and dreams. You hear the words, and on the other side of the age new worlds arise, new people, new feelings.
One on one with a look. One on one with the word. Sharp gestures and soft hearts.
Art makes us human. And in hard times only a volume of poetry and real poetry can save. But you can not talk about poetry. It must be read, listened to, perceived. To live by poetry.
In rhymed lines you will know your own thoughts. They were formulated for you. How pleasant it is to know your thoughts in other people's words.
And then you start to notice - poetry is not only on the pages. It is everywhere - in the wind, in the trees, in the stars in the night sky and in the touches of the beloved. So poetry gives life a form. It colors it in different colors.
Girls like to read Marina Tsvetaeva very much. And Anna Akhmatova. The poets of the silver age are very sweet to the young girl's hearts. Degree of feelings goes off scale.
Then you feel naked in the cold, then you stand on the hot sand in the desert. To touch to tears, the poets themselves cry.
But be careful. Beware of these poems. They are all woven from pain.
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“ A stunning performance. Poems, songs in French - performed at the highest level! Thank you so much.
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