"Give me the Nay and sing, The song in tune with hearts. The laments of the Nay will linger Beyond the fading of sins. Give me the Nay and sing, Unmindful of troubles and cures. For each man Is nothing more than a watercolor sketch."
poetry doesn't have to have words. there is poetry in small places that poets are fortunate enough to be able to see. we're the translators of those miracles.