by Eduardo Santos
The soul of a poem is not just in the words that were written ...
Revised ...
Edited ...
Published.
It is also in the hours sleepless ...
In drafts unedited.
In the words not understood ...
In distress waiting ...
In hopes of transforming written in reading ...
And reading on pure emotion.
Poem.
From:
Eduardo Santos
Copyright ©:
2015
Last updated August 29, 2015