Can I be the poem and not the poet for once,
To flow through the lines with ease,
To dance with the rhythm,
Unbound by the need to please?
Can I be the metaphor, not the mind behind,
To whisper through stanzas, free,
To shimmer with meaning,
Without the weight of me?
Let me be the verse, untainted by intent,
A symphony of words, unfurled,
To touch the hearts of others,
As a gift from another world.
For once, let me be the poem,
Pure and unconfined,
A vessel of beauty and truth,
Born of a creative mind.
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The Sound Of Silence ~ A Journey To Self Love
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