Before your final breath, let yourself be loved by a poet or a writer. If fate is kind and you become an artist's muse, your essence will live forever-etched into verses, immortalized in ink, whispered through the pages of time. As for me, that is the thought that lingers. Within these pages, you'll find a collection of poems-not to be explained, but to be felt. Perhaps they will echo something within you, perhaps they will drift like passing whispers. But errAll Rights Reserved