Light of Poetry

I meditate a lot on poetry, on its meaning and end. This is how I see it, something to hold on to when you are surrounded by darkness. Yet you also have to protect poetry from that same darkness, so that it remains pure.
The light of a candle is the same, it gives you light but you must be careful because the smallest breath of wind can make it die out.


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