When shadows fall and doubts arise, When dreams seem lost beneath the skies, A voice within begins to sing, A quiet yet unyielding spring.
By Living Poet Zerox about a year ago in Poets
In corridors where shadows tread, Whispered words, like venom, spread. A web of thoughts, both dark and cold, A tale of minds where envy holds.
Beneath the vault of azure skies, Where ancient trees in silence rise, Nature breathes her timeless song, A melody where hearts belong.
