A poetic soul holds many puzzles,
Depth in broken words, unsaid scribbles.
Emotions molding every fabric of identity,
Carrying sorrows with pride, a rare entity!
With every thump of the heart, a tale is spun,
Verses whisper softly of a new journey begun.
Hidden tears on pages, each rhyme a sigh,
Sailing through the chaotic realm of life, learning to fly.
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Very beautifully written. Poems just happen. They take birth from our tears, our sobs…they are Expressions of our souls..5*