ANGELS EXIST and they read poems

There are words that come not from the hand, but from the breath. Words that don't ask to be understood, but welcomed. They are the ones that arrive when the sky grows closer, when a light thought touches us like a wing. This book is born from that subtle place, where poetry is not an exercise, but a presence. Each line is a step upward, a small crack of light in the everyday. If, as you open these pages, you feel a warmth, a call, a heartbeat you can't explain, perhaps it's just an angel reading beside you.