A beautiful symphony, aligning with the soul,
A melody twinkling around, from the heart’s serenity.
As it dances with the winds, free as a bird,
Gently carrying whispers, to where it's heard.
Yet storms rise, shattering its flow,
Thunder twisting a melody into discord,
Drowned in echoes, a cry lost in haze,
A voice once radiant, now trapped in the maze.
Horned like a weapon, wielding destruction,
Yet with strength and resilience, weaving a garden.
The pitter-patter of words, soaking one to the core,
A light kiss to one’s being, yet a painful symphony.
A paradox in motion, fierce yet tender,
Tearing through silence, yet shaping splendor.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
A beautiful symphony, aligning with the soul,
A melody twinkling around, from the heart’s serenity.
As it dances with the winds, free as a bird,
Gently carrying whispers, to where it's heard.
Yet storms rise, shattering its flow,
Thunder twisting a melody into discord,
Drowned in echoes, a cry lost in haze,
A voice once radiant, now trapped in the maze.
Horned like a weapon, wielding destruction,
Yet with strength and resilience, weaving a garden.
The pitter-patter of words, soaking one to the core,
A light kiss to one’s being, yet a painful symphony.
A paradox in motion, fierce yet tender,
Tearing through silence, yet shaping splendor.
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