In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where whispers of the past reside,
Echoes of dreams softly start,
Guiding the journey inside.

Beneath the layers of time’s embrace,
Lies a garden of forgotten grace,
Blooming with colors of light and shade,
In the tapestry of self, carefully laid.

Amidst the shadows of doubt and fear,
A gentle voice calls, ever clear,
To seek the truth beyond the veil,
And let the spirit rise and sail.

On paths untraveled, courage unfolds,
Stories of self, courageously told,
A dance of hope, a song of light,
In the endless journey to find what’s right.