Sounds are born out of silence,

And movements out of stillness.

Poetry is the meaning leading to the eternal,

And the poet's soul strives to create a union.

For not everyone can touch the depths,

Getting into the streams of life.

The whirlpool of fate, sometimes as a gift,

Takes us straight to the door of heavens.

Sometimes the poet's hand,

Playing between the lines with silence,

Touches the soundless strings,

Revealing the depth of the hearts.

I sincerely wish you, dear reader, to discover this real treasure hidden in your heart....