In a world where time flows like an untamed river

In a world where time flows like an untamed river, I keep my soul like a lighthouse illuminating the storm, When life whispers to me like a passing wind, The call of the pen becomes a song that resounds. I will not bury feelings in the cemetery of the heart, For it would be cruelty to the stirrings from the depths, Whether in restless mornings or uneasy nights, Giving life to words is my sacred and pure right. In this hurried world, I find a moment of respite, Capturing ephemeral moments and weaving them into tapestries of poetry, Unspoken words do not wait forever to be said, They scatter like leaves in the wind of oblivion, disappearing. So in the clamor of days, I stop and listen, Letting my heart beat the rhythm of unforgettable words, For they are echoes of the soul that must be released, Before they are lost in the silence of time, like a tumult. Through woven verses, I give voice to deep silence, Building bridges of light between desires and dreams, Knowing that only thus can I keep the moment alive, In a world where time flows unceasingly, unscathed.