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Through poetry, the longings that the soul has kept,
the longings that the soul has kept,
hushed whispers that never move,
secrets of time, golden sighs.
It is a canvas of dreams, a river of verses,
where desires flow, like sea breezes,
a serene refuge, a diverse song,
where the heart learns to dream.
The pen, his tool, flies light,
traces paths of light in the air,
throws sincere emotions to the wind,
with faith in a world that is always a cross.
Repressed feelings resound at last,
the shadows dissipate, the sun will shine,
and the echo of a verse, a warm jasmine,
becomes breath, magic, home.
Beautiful verses with a lot of feeling, The letters are trying to float into the air through the poet's pen. Excellent work.
Thanks for sharing your poem.
Excellent day.