Follow your heart
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The road, the distant road,
Its echoes haunt my restless heart.
The wind carries my soul away,
Yet I am bound to its eternal start.
In the road’s embrace, I find my truth —
Not in its end, but in its length.
For every shadow and every stone,
Grants me wisdom, grants me strength.
THE WHISPER OF LEAVES
“There was a strange stillness that day, as if the world whispered secrets meant only for the brave to hear. I listened to the leaves, and they carried my fears away.”
The whisper of leaves, fresh winds that cry —
Have we strayed too far beneath this sky?
Perhaps the shard’s edge has cut too deep,
Or the heart’s soft murmur is bound to weep.
A cup falls, shattering in shadowed halls,
A mouse scurries through the silken walls.
Summer has fled, its blossoms dry,
Night’s harsh voice cloaks the garden’s sigh.
Bread turns stale, preserved by mould;
Life lingers on, though not all hold.
A butterfly hides from the empty air,
While water whispers, clouds declare.
The wind moans low, the oak tree bends,
Rumours grow heavy, no voice defends.
Grief drowns grief in this solemn haze,
Cold hands falter, the heart obeys.
The phone rings sharply, a hollow tone,
Echoing glances, a mossy stone.
The tempter’s jest – a cruel disguise,
In paper traps and clever lies.
Coins bow heads; they make us kneel,
Prayers rise heavy, their weight too real.
War without war, hunger’s quiet refrain,
Gold unseen, marking days of pain.
THE ENCHANTED CASTLE
“Dreams sometimes open doors to places we cannot return from. I stood before a castle, its gates swinging wide, and I walked through, knowing the world would never be the same.”
A castle of dreams, its gates unfold,
Once shy, now bold, in whispers told.
I gather words like fleeting sighs,
The river’s rush, where longing lies.
This tender world, so soft, remains—
Why do thoughts bear so many stains?
The sand, the breath, the salt-laced kiss,
Draw me toward a hidden abyss.
The body shrouded in velvet mist,
The sea-wind’s hum, the sunset kissed.
A fragile wave reflects the glass,
Where time and tide shall never pass.
The night holds vigil, stars align,
Each moment whispers, “You are mine.”
A shadow’s dance, a fleeting thread,
The castle lives within my head.
TO DANCE ON THE STARS
“I love to dance. All my childhood, I danced with grace and elegance—classical, waltz, and Latin rhythms that set my spirit free. Even now, when I am weary, only dance can carry me to my world. Beneath the vast sky, I seek not answers but freedom: to dance, to dream, to feel that every step is a triumph over gravity.”
To dance on stars, to feel their glow,
To weave a dream where rivers flow.
To shimmer bright amidst the crowd,
A voice of grace, both strong and proud.
The world unfolds, a canvas vast,
Awaiting rhythm, sure and fast.
The winds may whisper, “no, you can’t,”
But destiny cries, “you shall enchant!”
To be as air, unbound, supreme,
To rise above life’s harsh extreme.
To love, to lead, to stand, to dare,
To dance my way through light and air.
I seek the flight, the endless chase,
The night’s embrace, the wild heart’s grace.
To break the walls that hold me tight,
To let in hope, a golden light.
My soul a fire, my words a song,
A lion’s spirit, fierce and strong.