| = laura|
|i like the way in which you compare the birth of a poem with the bingo game and the fact that the words are those who wish to become poems|
i wish you many happy bingo nights!
| = words are..|
Corina Gina Papouis
|pieces of a puzzle competing in their desperate attempt to fit into our master-mind game:): |
'of dancing freely
on the silky wings
of a butterfly'
nicely said, beautiful bingo!
| = yes,|
|sometimes words seem to have their own will and, by making use of our mind, they turn into poems.|
Thank you Corina and Constantin for stopping by.