And She Had a Conversation With a Poet Last Night

He was not anyone special, quite an ordinary genius Questioning her in the middle of her theorems of poetry "Do you know what is the biggest truth of life?" It could be the beginning of a lengthy hypothetical moment Which often starts again, and yet again. But the conversation was a bit different. When he assured," The truest realization of life happens With an urge to live with a wishful heart We live for that single moment Among thousands of ordinary floating moments." On that moment, A young soul turned to a grown-up She has nothing, nothing at all Besides rose petals, and envelopes wrapped in rainbows Is it worthless? Nonsense? He still dreams of a glorious victory With all his scratches on his notebooks To defeat all the darkness of the soul. And She uttered an oath touching the sleeping baby face "One day, victory shall be ours, I promise." And she had a conversation with a poet last night.