In the quiet moments of dawnâs embrace,
I find myself in the poetry of the morning,
A canvas of dreams painted with grace,
Reflecting the essence of my becoming.
My heart, a tapestry of fleeting thoughts,
Woven with threads of joy and sorrow,
A symphony of silent battles fought,
And hopes that light the path of tomorrow.
Eyes that see the beauty in the mundane,
Hands that yearn to touch the stars,
A soul that finds solace in the rain,
And strength in the softest scars.
I am the echo of forgotten songs,
A story written in the lines of my face,
An endless journey where I belong,
Discovering myself in every space.