And yet there's (deliberately?) no rhyming in the poem.
Pushes you to consider the words, be in the moment, throughout - no compromise for harmony.
And yet there's (deliberately?) no rhyming in the poem.
Pushes you to consider the words, be in the moment, throughout - no compromise for harmony.
Under the silvered moon
the wind whispers gently,
waves sing to the sea,
and the heart dances light.
In the garden of your eyes,
dreams and love bloom,
time stops here,
where your voice always resonates.
Under the silvered moon
the wind whispers gently,
waves sing to the sea,
and the heart dances light.
In the garden of your eyes,
dreams and love bloom,
time stops here,
where your voice always resonates.