Gaze at the aching stars with more than your eyes.
Stare with your soul, in fact, be a part of their cries.
Let your bleeding being be a star of its own.
Become a beauty upon whom inspiration can make his throne.
CZYTASZ
Beautiful Madness
PoezjaThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
