POEM
My Twentieth Poem : Ephemeral Tapestry Unfolds Grace
Chronicles of Silent Echoes
In the kingdom of forgotten dreams, Where moonbeams dance on silver streams, A melody of whispers plays, In the hush of enchanted bays.
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees, Where secrets ride on evening breeze, The stars above, a cosmic choir, Ignites the poet’s sacred fire.
Let’s venture to a distant shore, Where waves of azure gently roar. Upon the sands, a story weaves, Of sailors lost and mystic eves.
In twilight’s glow, the world takes pause, A canvas painted with no flaws. The colors blend in hues untold, A masterpiece of dusk unfolds.
On mountaintops where eagles soar, Above the clouds, where dreams implore, A symphony of silence reigns, As echoes dance in lofty plains.
In gardens where the flowers bloom, Their petals whisper tales of doom. Yet, in their fragrance, hope takes flight, A phoenix rising in the night.
Through bustling streets where neon gleams, A city hums with vibrant schemes. In every alley, shadows play, A noir of life in shades of gray.
Beneath the ocean’s vast expanse, A realm of wonders, a watery dance. The coral gardens, rainbow-hued, Tell tales of mysteries pursued.
Amidst the ruins of ancient lore, A phoenix rises, to explore. The echoes of a bygone age, Inscribed on each decaying page.
In the tapestry of fleeting time, A myriad of stories climb. From the mundane to the divine, Each moment, a precious design.
So let the quill of destiny write, In the book of life, day and night. A poem of existence, everlong, A random topic, in the cosmic throng.