Poems are vessels that carry our thoughts,
They rise from deep oceans of vision's field.
Like tides that ebb and flow, ideas race
Across the shores of the soul's wide expanse,
In rhythms sent from depths of the divine.
From one dimension to another's depth,
They course within the chambers of my heart,
Reflecting meanings in perfect cadence.
I shape these words into silent poems,
And in the quiet, listen to their voice.
MyKoul
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