Indeed beautiful in all my essence you said, With words you revived the person who I am as I bled. Beautiful you are, the definition and epitome of poetry, for so long you have been misled. From one to another, the guiding light I am led. How can I not see your Light? I am in bed! Rising like the Sun, THE MOON AND STARS have fled. In the shades of your kind words, by them I am fed.
© Christian D. Koumtog