My Wordy Soul

In quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows whisper, bend and weave
A tapestry of thoughts unwind,  
The truths in life how I perceive.

Words dance like fireflies at night,  
Each syllable, introspective  
They twirl and spin, a vibrant light,  
To  brighten the elusive.

My soul, a river, deep and wide,  
The current ebbs and flows 
In waters swift, my fears subside,  
My imagination grows.

I gather fragments, stories shared,  
Seashells scattered on the shore,  
Souls submerged - brazenly bared
Dreams of realities long before.  

In solitude, I weave my tales,  
Of love and loss, of joy and strife,  
With every word, a ship that sails,  
Through storms and stillness, this is life.  

So let me write, I’ll not conceal,  
The labyrinth where my heart takes hold,  
For in this realm, words shall reveal,  
My wordy soul, my passions told.  

A symphony of voices, clear,  
In every phrase, a piece of me,  
Through written lines, I persevere,  
In language deep, I am set free.  

So here I stand, with pen in hand,  
Where thoughts from heart to hand shall roll.
In every sentence, I expand
My heart. My mind. My wordy soul.

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