a record of private thoughts

This is an original book created by Bluedoor Books.
Everything in the world can become a poem!
Poetry can begin anytime, anywhere—
just as we created this little book.

A quiet heart is always one small blade of grass.
On the day when my loneliness stretched across,
and my solitude descended down,
I wished only for silence.
No better words could be found, so with stillness,
I poured water into the pot.

Where horizontal loneliness and vertical solitude converge,
there rests my stillness, my silence, my love.

There, I was.

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