Soar high in boundless sky,
Wings unfurled, spirits fly.
Above worldly woes, leave behind,
Freedom in open mind, we find.
Azure canvas, dreams take flight,
Stars twinkle, guiding through night.
Heart light as feathers, we touch,
Exploring galaxies, cosmic clutch.
Embrace silence, let cosmos speak,
Secrets and wonders, in whispers meek.
In this moment, with the divine,
Soaring high, eternally entwined.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
