Peotry Is the Fruit of Life

Poetry in and of itself is a life line, never ceasing but always continuous, like a wondering seed that births new life, on the next island through the life of its seedlings, for life itself, is a journey in time, like the kinetic energy it brings forth, it is continuous, not just in this life but in the next, and that in and of itself is determined by the fruit we bear in, that which is sown at hand....