"PETALS OF POETRY"
Soft as silk, delicate as dew
Petals of poetry, unfolding anew
Tender words, like rosebuds tight
Unfurl to reveal, the poet's light
In hues of hope, and shades of sorrow
Petals of poetry, dance tomorrow
Whispers of love, and echo...
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Who am I to me? A reflection of contradictions, a paradox to see A maze of thoughts, a kaleidoscope of emotions A soul searching for its true devotions
In the mirror's gaze, a stranger's eyes meet mine A fusion of fragments, a puzzle to redefine A tapestry of experiences, a narrative yet untold A story of trials, of triumphs, of moments grown old
To some, I'm annoying, a persistent pest A buzzing fly that refuses to rest A disruptor of peace, a troublemaker, a test A challenge to patience, a push to the best
But to others, I'm talented, a shining star A beacon of hope, near and far A dreamer, a doer, a heart that beats like a drum A creative force, a spirit that's yet to be numb
To a few, I'm quiet, a silent observer A listener, a thinker, a heart that discovers The beauty in stillness, the power of the unspoken A depth that's yet to be explored, a wisdom yet unbroken
But to many, I'm unknown, a faceless name A stranger in the crowd, a fleeting flame A whisper in the wind, a shadow on the wall A mystery that's yet to be unraveled, a story yet to enthrall
But who am I, to me? A mystery that remains, a secret yet to be free A journey of self-discovery, a path I'm still on A question I'm still asking, a truth I've yet to own
In the silence, I search for the answer deep A whispered truth, a hidden key To unlock the doors, to shatter the glass To reveal the person, I've yet to amass
And when the winds of change begin to blow And the seasons of my life start to grow I'll find my way, I'll learn to be A masterpiece of contradictions, wild and carefree.
