Осознание

We came to a library – empty and small –

His eyes were insightful.

They begged to tell all.

A fiery feeling of trust for that man

Absorbed me,

I poured my heart out then:

“Only a few people like what I do!

Maybe it’s me and my point of view?”

“It is. You’re unique… and so is your truth.

Hear what I’ll tell without further ado:

Don’t care what they say!

Don’t try to pretend!

Describe your own thoughts

And do this till the end.”

– This is a moral

for every poet.