In words, my heart finds its song,
Crafting verse, where emotions belong.
Each line, a canvas, a tale to impart,
In the dance of syllables, I find my art.
Through ink-stained pages, my dreams take flight,
In brevity’s grace, my musings alight.
Each small poem, a labor of love,
A glimpse of my soul, soaring above.
Hours spent, seeking the perfect rhyme,
Weaving emotions, in limited time.
Every effort, a tender creation’s birth,
For writing small poems is my cherished worth.
In the tapestry of verses, I find my voice,
A pursuit where my passion finds its rejoice.
For in these snippets of poetic flair,
I find solace, purpose, and a love affair.
Welcome to the world of Travels and tales! 