Prose reflections about poetry, the Art of sculpting thoughts with words

A poet is a sculptor.

The material he works is not stone, nor wood, nor even bronze,

But thoughts.

 

His words are his tool.

Thanks to them, he can carve or mould his works,

Laconic sometimes, long-winded at other times,

Inscribing a wandering mind for an instant, into eternity.

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