In the crevices of my soul.
In the crevices of my soul so deep,
Whispers of every emotion softly weep.
Echoes of experiences, both joy and pain,
Leave their imprints, an indelible stain.

The highs and lows, the love and fears,
They all converge, throughout the years.
Shaping the essence of who I am,
A complex mosaic, a unique program.

In these hidden depths, the true self lies,
Where truth and passion never disguise.
The crevices hold the secrets untold,
Where the story of a life unfolds.

As the light shine into the deep,
Illuminate the crevices, the secrets to keep.
For in the whispers, the echoes, and imprints whole,
Resides the essence of my very soul.

© Simrans