A sturdy oak, with roots run deep,
A guiding star, where shadows creep.
A gentle hand, a steady heart,
A love so pure, a work of art.
He teaches strength, with every fall,
To rise again, and stand up tall.
A fortress built, where souls can hide,
A safe harbor, come what tide.
With laughter shared and tears that fall,
He’s there to catch us, one and all.
A silent strength, a constant guide,
A father’s love, where hope resides.
Unwavering, like mountains high,
His love for us will never die.
A precious bond, a sacred trust,
A father's love, forever just.
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The Art of the Words
PoetryA poetry collection is akin to a wildflower meadow. Each poem, a delicate bloom, possesses its unique hue, form, and fragrance. Together, they weave a tapestry of vibrant colors and captivating scents, igniting the imagination and stirring the soul.
