Everything finds its end—
Bright or dim, fleeting or steadfast,
A joy that hums, a silence that echoes.
The world turns as seasons collapse into one another,
Time folding itself, endlessly.
Some moments resist the tide,
Stretching like golden threads:
A summer that lingers in the shadows,
An autumn that burns beyond its light.
Still, the rhythm presses on,
Sweeping away what once seemed eternal.
What fades leaves traces,
What lingers reshapes itself,
Both etched into the fragile marrow of existence.
Now the air turns sharp with winter,
The horizon blurs in its quiet frost.
Dreams scatter into unseen places,
Becoming something unnamed,
Something both held and lost.
Even endings hold a kind of bloom,
A grace whispered in the stillness—
Not the shape I had imagined,
But a closing that leaves its mark,
Soft as the hush of falling snow.
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Poetry collection
PoetryMy poetry book is a reflection of my life, my thoughts, and the emotions that shape who I am. Through my words, I explore the beauty I find in the world, the moments that move me, and the way I experience life in all its complexity. Each poem is a p...
