Why I became a Poet
Beyond dry facts, a muse awakens bright,
Poetry's embrace, where hidden feelings write.
My teacher's heart finds solace in the rhyme,
Inspiring minds to soar beyond fading time.
Language, my brush, paints worlds for all to see,
Connecting souls beneath a boundless sky.
Nature's whispers weave a tapestry so grand,
Emotions bloom, reflected in each hand.
Freedom's song takes flight, resilience finds its voice,
A wellspring deep, where hidden wisdom is enjoyed.
The scholar's mind ablaze, a passion set alight,
Poetry's bridge, forever burning bright.
This endless dance of heart, of mind, of soul,
In every verse, a story yet unfolds.
With every line, a legacy I weave,
Inspiring hearts are the truest gift to leave.
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