In the quiet echoes of my mind,
I find a rhyme that’s deeply twined.
A melody of thoughts so pure,
In this rhyme, I find my cure.
Through the valleys of my soul,
Words like rivers start to roll.
Each verse a step, a gentle climb,
Towards the peaks of inner rhyme.
In the shadows of the night,
My thoughts take flight, a wondrous sight.
A dance of words, a rhythm divine,
In this rhyme, myself I find.
As dawn breaks with golden light,
The rhyme within, still burning bright.
A testament to my inner self,
In every word, in every rhyme.