Poetic Preservation
In pages of time, I humbly ink my words,
A poet's heart, longing to be heard,
For in this realm where moments swiftly flee,
I strive to capture life's sweet harmony.
With quill in hand, I wander through the years,
Writing of love, of pain, and of all our tears,
Preserving emotions in stanzas that endure,
Portraits of souls that remain pure.
In verses filled with metaphors divine,
I bind memories, immortal and sublime,
For words possess the magic to preserve,
The fleeting whispers that time tries to curve.
In rhyme and rhythm, my spirit finds solace,
As darkness may fade, my words remain flawless,
For poetry knits existence with grace,
Breathing life into moments, leaving no trace.
So let my poems dance with the wind's gentle sigh,
Let my verses reach through the vast sky,
For in my humble quest for poetic preservation,
I etch serenity and beauty without any hesitation.
A poet's heart, longing to be heard,
For in this realm where moments swiftly flee,
I strive to capture life's sweet harmony.
With quill in hand, I wander through the years,
Writing of love, of pain, and of all our tears,
Preserving emotions in stanzas that endure,
Portraits of souls that remain pure.
In verses filled with metaphors divine,
I bind memories, immortal and sublime,
For words possess the magic to preserve,
The fleeting whispers that time tries to curve.
In rhyme and rhythm, my spirit finds solace,
As darkness may fade, my words remain flawless,
For poetry knits existence with grace,
Breathing life into moments, leaving no trace.
So let my poems dance with the wind's gentle sigh,
Let my verses reach through the vast sky,
For in my humble quest for poetic preservation,
I etch serenity and beauty without any hesitation.
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