Poems ✍️

Not every feeling wears a name,
Or fits inside a grammar frame.
Some drift between the heart and mind,
Too vast, too soft to be confined.

In simple shapes, these thoughts appear,
Rendered honest, sharp, and clear.
They hold a smile, a pause, a tone,
That text alone has never shown.

Through modern speech they calmly move,
Teaching language how to prove
That meaning lives beyond the sound,
In signs where human hearts are found.