Echoes of Authenticity

Amid the realm of words I tread,

Where authenticity takes its stead,

No shadows cast, no echoes steal,

Original thoughts, my only zeal.

Through meadows of verses, I roam free,

Creating a tapestry of imagery,

No stolen phrases, no borrowed rhyme,

A symphony of words, uniquely mine.

Plagiarism's chains, I gladly sever,

For in creation, I find my endeavor,

A canvas of thoughts, colors anew,

Where inspiration guides each view.

With honesty as my guiding light,

I craft my verses, day and night,

No mimicry, no deceit to mar,

Only the truth of who we are.

So let these words, like stars, shine bright,

In the vast expanse of poetic night,

A testament to the genuine soul,

Where authenticity takes its toll.

In this realm of creation, pure and clear,

Plagiarism finds no place to peer,

For in the garden of originality,

Blooms the essence of true reality.