In a world of whispers, I yearn to speak, With simple words, a poem I shall weave. No stolen echoes, no borrowed lines, Just my heart's rhythm, dancing in rhymes.

Let's paint a picture with words so clear, Of golden sunsets and skies so near. With gentle breezes and fields of green, Where nature's beauty can be seen.

A solitary bird, soaring up high, Its wings unfurl, touching the sky. A melody sung, a song of grace, Embracing freedom in boundless space.

The river meanders, in gentle flow, Through valleys and hills, where secrets grow. Its waters glisten under the moon, Reflecting dreams and hopes that we swoon.

A child's laughter, pure and bright, Igniting joy, a guiding light. With innocence and wonder untamed, A reminder of how love is named.

And in the silence, whispers of peace, Where souls find solace, sweet release. Embracing kindness, spreading love, A world united, like stars above.

So, let these words, like petals fall, In your heart's garden, may they enthrall. For in simplicity, beauty thrives, In this unique poem, love survives


© pasha