Weaving Words for Eyes
Just so you know,
I create these words for my day,
To prepare the ether and the wind,
For such a way for beauty to ascend,
And rise above my body to blend,
So I can experience all before the trend.
Each day I prepare the way, weaving words for eyes,
Being certain that my dots are I,
Painting pictures is life’s true game,
Where every stroke and every name,
Crafts a vision, bold and bright,
Guiding my journey, day to night.
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In the subtle dance of thought and phrase,
I find the path, the hidden maze,
Where beauty lingers, waiting to be seen,
A reflection of the spaces in between.
For words are more than just a sound,
They shape the world, they turn it round,
Creating echoes that gently sway,
Bringing light to every day.
And so I write, with purpose clear,
To bring forth love, to draw it near,
In the art of words, I find my grace,
Preparing the way, setting the pace.
In this daily ritual, I find my peace,
A quiet joy, a sweet release,
For in the weaving of my thoughts and dreams,
I paint my world in vibrant schemes.
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