Irish improves a poet.

Writing is also an art.

Amy King is a true bard.

Love is wind for the soul

SO MANY PEOPLE, SO FEW POETS

I am the Constellation of my own

I am the constellation of my own.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

I am part of all that I have met.

Another breath, left to translate

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Sudahkah kau minum puisimu hari ini?

Impulsive passion please set me free.

I was born with my eyes turned inward.

For poets the wages of sin are poverty.