Thirst, a fire within, must be quenched true, With grace, let calmness gently ensue. Like snow, a shield, serene and white, Yet beneath, a volcano’s fiery might.
Appearances deceive, as mountains stand tall, Cool on the surface, but within, flames call. To be like her, not mere pretense show, Embrace the journey, let authenticity grow.
It takes courage to be your truest form, But the path is worth it, through calm or storm.
In the quiet, I wait for the perfect rhyme, As time slips by, unnoticed, in its climb. Hoping for your glance, a moment to see, But you’ve departed, and I’m left to be.
Awareness, a gift, so natural and true, Yet ignorance prevailed, leaving me blue. Be yourself always, strive until you find, In every moment, your peace of mind.
