In the depths of being, where writing flourishes,
Simple and raw, like a warming sigh.
From the void emerges, in shades of gray and blue,
A deep yearning, a shimmering call.
Words on the wind, like secrets in the moonlight,
Singing melodies, enchanting us.
In the flesh, they carve marks, like rhymes in tenderness,
A dance of senses, a quest that endures.
But in pain, a spring arises, serene and crystalline,
In the cold light of paper, its essence illuminates.
Thus, writing rises, in its singular art,
Each verse a mirror, of the soul laid bare.
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Poetic Kaleidoscope
PoetryDive into the mesmerizing world of "Poetic Kaleidoscope," where each poem is a shimmering star in a boundless universe of imagination. This captivating compendium invites readers on a journey through the vibrant tapestry of human experience, from th...
