Beneath the surface of my being,
Lies a world that's yet to be seen,
A canvas of emotions,
A symphony of thoughts unspoken.
In the stillness of the night,
I ponder on the mysteries of life,
The beauty of a sunset's hues,
The fragility of a butterfly's wings.
I am a tapestry of memories,
Woven together by the threads of time,
Some vibrant, some faded,
All shaping the person I am today.
In the midst of chaos and confusion,
I seek solace in the simple things,
The rustling of leaves,
The chirping of birds,
The warmth of the sun on my skin.
I am a work in progress,
A masterpiece yet to be completed,
But I trust that in the end,
All the pieces will fall into place.
So I continue to write my story,
One chapter at a time,
Hoping that my words will inspire,
And my life will be a testament to the beauty of existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem