I am a poem written by God's own hand,
My mystery no one can understand.
A divine stanza with spiritual rhymes,
In silence, my spirit gracefully primes.
Of cosmic truths and timeless tales,
Through whispered winds and ancient gales.
In every word, a sacred sign,
Guiding souls to the sublime divine.
In the ink of stars, my verses roam,
Echoing through the universe's dome.
With each line, a glimpse of eternity,
Inscribed with love for all humanity.
I talk to nature, flowers are my friends,
In their delicate petals, my journey never ends.
With the sea's embrace, I find my peace,
In waves that dance and never cease.
Among the trees, I share my song,
In their gentle sway, I belong.
The sky above, vast and grand,
A canvas for dreams, where I expand.
Nature's language, my native tongue,
In its beauty, my verses sung.
In every rustle, every hue,
I find inspiration, ever anew.
So I am a poem, crafted divine,
In nature's embrace, I intertwine.
a poem of god complex and free
forever trying to just be me
✍🏻soumya.tiwari

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