The sun rises softly, painting hope in the sky,
yet moments slip like grains, through fingers frail.
Mountains loom ahead, their peaks kiss the clouds,
each step a whisper, a dream to inhale.
The rivers of time flow, both fierce and gentle,
carving through our hearts, a silent travail.
In laughter and in tears, the heartbeats converge,
a symphony of souls, where joys and sorrows sail.
So hold not to the past, let the present ignite,
for life is a fleeting dance, a delicate ballet.
With every breath we take, amidst trials and grace,
we find beauty in the journey, in the fleeting trail.
So beautifully profound! .. And Magnificently composed! , , Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++
2) cont'd: My friend, I was so enthralled by your poem that I read it three times to truly inhale the dream. My pick for Poem Of The Day!
WOW! Asim, every line of this exquisite poem fills the reader with hope and joy. It literally took my breath away! Stunningly beautiful, vivid imagery! The kind that only William Blake could paint on canvas and through poetry!
Absolutely Devine! A poem that will forever, Shine. An indispensable, Favorite!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each step a whisper, a dream to inhale. Absolutely beautiful all the way through! ..