Poetry My Lungs

In the depths of me, a spark takes flight
A fledgling dream, testing wings in the light
Unfurled and trembling, they begin to sway
As I find my voice, and seize the day

With every line, a wingbeat strong
I rise above, where winds belong
The rhythm of verse, a soaring flight
Echoing hope, in the morning light

I search for waters, where I can dive
And find my reflection, alive
A mirrored soul, where depths are revealed
And the poetry in me, is freed and healed

For mañana es amor is Elanthos' motto, and indeed tomorrow is love
Where wings unfold, and poetry flows like a river to the sea

In the silence, a whisper remains
A gentle breeze that soothes my pains
The poetry in me, a guiding tide
That leads me to waters, where I can reside

So let the words flow like the stream
Filling my lungs, and lifting my dream
For in the poetry, I find my way
To grow, to soar, and seize the day.
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