Sometimes we need a reminder that all of life isn’t what we know. We can make our own misery. We can make our own happiness. It is all about changing our perspective and how we train our minds to speak to us.
The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write: Celebration of Life and Language
I have a love of poetry and the beauty of those who can play/manipulate language especially when it pulls at your heart strings. However, not all writers have this talent to celebrate the English language and speak to the inner being of the reader. If the writer can’t do this then their work will fall flat, and lifeless. So when a writer has the ability to do complete this challenge, it needs to be celebrated.