With graphite whispers, I sketch out my dreams,
A pencil in hand, where imagination beams.
Each stroke on the paper, a dance of the mind,
In the lines of my heart, my soul intertwined.
A tool of creation, both humble and wise,
It captures my laughter, my tears, and my sighs.
From doodles to diagrams, a world takes its form,
In the softness of lead, my passions transform.
When doubts cloud my vision, I erase with a sigh,
Yet with every misstep, I learn how to fly.
For the beauty of pencils lies not in perfection,
But in the journey of finding my true direction.
In the margins, I scribble my hopes and my fears,
Tracing the echoes of all of my years.
With each sharpened point, a new path is drawn,
A narrative written, a life to respond.
So here's to the pencil, a friend through the night,
In its simple embrace, I find courage and light.
With every new page, new stories unfold,
In the hands of the dreamer, the future is bold.
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100+ Poems for Gabrielle ~ Vol. 1
Puisi"100+ Poems for Gabrielle" is a first volume, heartfelt collection of poems dedicated to someone special, weaving together themes of love, friendship, and deep emotions. Each poem reflects unique moments and feelings, offering a journey through word...
