The Undying

Unbound Verse** Words flow free, like water's gentle sway, Unchained by rhyme or meter's strict decree. A river of thought, meandering with ease, Expressing depths, unfettered and at ease. No measured beats restrict its rhythmic stride, No forced cadences mar its natural stride. It dances with the soul, a graceful flight, Unburdened by the confines of the night. Like whispers carried on the wind's soft breath, Free verse weaves tales of joy, despair, and death. It paints emotions in vibrant hues untold, A tapestry of feelings, raw and bold. In its unbound freedom, truth takes flight, Unveiling secrets hidden from the light. It speaks of dreams and hopes, both grand and small, And echoes voices that reverberate through all. So let the words flow unrestrained and wild, In free verse's embrace, untamed and mild. For in its boundless realms, the soul finds grace, A sanctuary where thoughts find their rightful place.