Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to smile, laughing & dance.. Create a new step to move your feet on the ground.. 

 

A bad word whispered an echo in a hundred miles, while a good word whispered an echo in the golden rocks..

 

A million thousand words are  shining in the sky, a single mind could be called as a moonlight on the water, once the cunning ends, at the  moment there is no place for thought and advice..