Poet

Prince without a lineage King without a throne Master without servants Lover of that unknown Hearer of what’s unspoken Seer of things divine Lord among the jesters Voice for all the mimes Reason when excuses falter Questioner when answers fail Link between the seasons First breath a baby wails (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 7/10/2016 6:15:00 AM

Like Beija Flor, I stay on a branch of the time admiring clever poets and beautiful flowers in the unknown field. Near the river some girls sit keeping their legs in the water, troubling the courses of time. Sun is shining in your poem like in a mirror, while wind is playing with my thoughts, so I have to fly away above the flowers in high mood. A rare flower, this poet. Indeed, a rare soul flowering in the same field with scent of hope.

Kurt Philip Behm
Date: 7/10/2016 11:32:00 AM

Thanks ... beautiful comment much appreciated!