The breath of divinity.

A master of its own deceit.

The true beauty of poetry lies not in the words alone,
but in the inspiration that nature has sown.

Eyes held you close in my heart
Stumble upon my feet
To see the purpose in you

I was once a nature’s child
Who loves dirt and flowers
To occupy my garden

The garden that is my world
The new phase of love and peace
I have been living in

To check the future
I must lead my way to you
I only know love

That’s what they tell
That’s what they believe
I am you and you are meant for me.

O, invisible silence, so hauntingly deep, you're a master of disguise.

O, invisible silence, you are like a sharpened knife, causing wounds invisible to the eyes.

Silence is the language of the souls.

In the light
A fake dimension
Hinting at light
Holding a bit
Of shadow.
Teasing a party.
Dancing alone.

Life, like an old movie, unfolds before me.
Not curious to see, yet I cannot restrain my gaze.

I have
woven you
into metaphors
and similes.

You are
embroidered
on the fabric of
my heart.

Happens when you free yourself from the self you behold.