
I wrap my words with threads of feeling,
Soft as whispers, raw, revealing.
Each line a pulse, each verse a tear,
A touch of hope, a trace of fear.
Joy dances lightly, a fleeting spark,
Like fireflies glowing in the dark.
While sorrow lingers, deep and wide,
A silent storm, a restless tide.
Love hums gently in the air,
A melody beyond compare.
Yet loss can crush, can bend, can break,
Like autumn leaves in a frozen wake.
Memories echo, strong yet fleeting,
Moments tangled, hearts repeating.
Every heartbeat, a fragile thread,
Tied to the words left unsaid.
So let me wrap these lines in gold,
A warmth to cherish, soft to hold.
For every feeling, dark or bright,
Gives poetry its endless light.
@nandasagec manisha nandan
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