Poetry is a vessel for the soul, a means of finding solace and charting the depths of one's emotions. It invites readers to appreciate the beauty of this art form, where ink spills and verses bloom, transcending the boundaries of form and style. In this post I would like to make a heartfelt ode to the timeless art of poetry.I hope you're able to relate
In dusk 's gentle hold, where shadows play,
My heart seeks comfort, words have their say.
inside the cadenced daze of rhymes, they abide,
I craft stories, where enchantment entwines.
with a pen in my hand, the ink takes its command,
I breathe life into words on this open land
each verse, a step on a sacred way,
where thoughts and dreams in harmony sway.
from morning's break to night's celestial light,
my pen rather than a sword unveils my feelings, taking its rightful flight.l
no need for perfection, in rhyme or prose,
as tales of love, joy, and sorrow are composed
In this poetic waltz, words take to the sky,
imagination soars, reaching up high.
a vessel for my soul, this cherished art,
a canvas where emotions find their start.
So let the ink flow, let the verses bloom,
In any form or style, there's endless room.
For poetry, in its various attire,
Is a symphony of the soul's own fire.
