In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Blood whispers secrets untold,
Flowing through the veins’ art,
A river of life bold.

Crimson threads weave tales unseen,
Pulsing with dreams and fears,
In shadows where they’ve always been,
A tapestry of years.

Beneath the skin, a symphony plays,
Notes of life in every beat,
A dance that never sways,
In rhythm with time’s feet.

Eternal journey, silent and deep,
Blood carries the soul’s light,
As we wake, as we sleep,
In the endless embrace of night.