He who dances with the dawn,
a gentle soul wrapped in silver light
resting on a
cliff of dreams,
revels in the wonder of each moment.
He laughs with carefree abandon
and glows under the moon's soft gaze.
He is the anchor for which I yearn
amidst storms that shake my world.
He's the melody that sings like songbirds
to chase the shadows of doubt away
from the corners of my mind.
There's no warmth like his.
There's no smile like his.
There's no gesture, or touch,
that makes my heart soar like his.
And so today, a poem in praise of him,
I craft.
No verse could ever capture such radiant grace.
No meter could encompass all the ways he brings me joy.
Yet even with language's limitations,
my adoration for him will not wane.
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_Ravi D
About the Creator
Ravi D
I'm just a down to earth person who likes to write about events and things, usually inspired by people in my life.
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