In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Where whispers find their gentle start,
A symphony of silent dreams unfurls,
Dancing softly in the hidden worlds.

Veins like rivers, carrying tales untold,
Blood and spirit, intertwined and bold,
Each breath a verse, each beat a rhyme,
Marking the passage of eternal time.

Eyes that speak of stars and rain,
Reflecting joy, capturing pain,
Mirrors to the soul’s vast sea,
Where truth and mystery dare to be.

Hands sculpting the clay of fate,
Crafting love, dismantling hate,
In every line, a story traced,
In every touch, a life embraced.