14/01/2024
I am poetic, and words are my art,
With simple English, I'll pour out my heart.
In verses, I paint scenes with vivid hue,
Expressing emotions, both old and new.
With pen in hand, I weave tales of delight,
Through rhythm and rhyme, I take flight.
Imagery dances in each written line,
A tapestry of words, where dreams intertwine.
I capture moments of love and despair,
In my poetic world, where feelings we share.
The beauty of nature, I gently unfold,
With simplicity of language, my stories are told.
In each stanza, I find solace and peace,
A place to escape, where worries release.
With modest words, I build bridges between,
Those who read my work, and the worlds unseen.
For poetry is a language of the soul,
A treasure trove of emotions untold.
It doesn't require complexity to shine,
But rather, simplicity, like a crystal divine.
So, in simple English, I'll continue to write,
To touch hearts and minds with purest light.
For I am poetic, and through my words,
A world of enchantment shall always unfurl.
