Some say I am a blessing,
A divine gift to my family,
Bringing joy to my parents' lives,
Completing their love story.
Some say I am my father's pride,
The first fruit of his fatherhood,
A sprout from the seed he planted,
Unveiling the tenderness within.
Some say I am my mother's daughter,
Born against the odds, yet strong,
Raised by a woman of unwavering will,
Moulded into a resilient, independent soul.
Some say I am just a soul,
Seeking refuge in this human form.
But is that all I am?
A fleeting spirit?
Who am I truly?.
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poetic musings
Poetry"In 'POETIC MUSINGS,' I invite you to embark on a journey through the labyrinth of human experience. These poems explore the intersections of love, loss, and self-discovery, weaving a tapestry of emotions and thoughts. Inspired by the fleeting momen...
