My Words Are Everything
In the realm of ink and rhyme, I find my place,
Where words become the brush, and thoughts the grace.
Poetry, my calling, a whispered symphony,
In verses woven, my soul finds its alchemy.
With every line, I paint my inner skies,
A canvas of emotions, where my spirit flies.
In the cadence of stanzas, I discover my song,
Each word a note, where I truly belong.
Through the valleys of metaphor, I roam,
In the depths of language, I've made my home.
For in these verses, I find my true worth,
My heart's deepest yearnings, my words give birth.
They dance on the page, like stars in the night,
Guiding me through darkness, with their radiant light.
In poetry's embrace, I am free to be,
My words are everything, my soul set free.
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