I heard a spontaneous sonnet
sound itself from my lips
I didn’t stop for even one second
to try to write it down.
Instead I just let its acoustics
float off into the air
a present for my solitude and the Universe itself.
Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”
Preface . . .
There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the sight of emotions, and runs deeper than the tear streaked lines of a sad…
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