Words brush against my cheeks,
Like a gentle kiss from a breeze,
Soft and sweet, yet full of might,
As they dance in my mind and take flight.
With each word, a story unfolds,
A world of wonder and dreams untold,
And I am swept away on a journey,
Filled with magic and possibility.
The words become a symphony,
A song that echoes within me,
And I am lost in their melody,
Drifting away on a sea of poetry.
They stir my soul and touch my heart,
And in their beauty, I find my art,
For words are more than just sounds,
They are the colors that paint our world round.
So let the words brush against my cheeks,
And let them speak the truth I seek,
For in their power, I find my voice,
And in their rhythm, I find my choice.
