Poems ✍️

There comes a time when words delay,
When thoughts are hard to shape or say.
Between each line, a space appears,
Filled not with text, but hidden fears.

Then symbols rise, so clear, so kind,
Giving form to what we find.
They bridge the gap where silence stays,
And guide our thoughts in gentle ways.

In moments brief or feelings deep,
They help emotions safely sleep.
A quiet art the world now knows,
Where meaning lives and feeling grows.