Poetry was born a woman. She danced into the world, her steps scribing verses upon the canvas of time, and in her wake, we found our voices, becoming poets by her grace. Without her, our world would be barren, a landscape of infertile lands and gray colors, devoid of the vibrant hues that signify life’s rich emotions. She is the sublime creation, the muse of our deepest contemplations, bestowing upon life its myriad meanings. In her, we find the embodiment of the sacred roles—the nurturing mothers, the caring sisters, the inspiring daughters, the guiding teachers, the pioneering scientists, the supportive friends, and the passionate lovers. Each role, a testament … Continue reading Yes …