Where poets dwell
T here are many places in nature that fill us with awe they capture our souls, never again letting go. Among all those there is one I know too well It is the place where poets dwell, a land of a million words, where one can walk or fly among the birds, swim in the waters of one's own birth, or float peacefully within oneself It is a province of kings, queens and poor love stricken peasants, where flowers and cute little creatures can be the forests only tenants It is a place where monsters of... Sign in to see full entry.