Poems ✍️

Language grows with passing time,
It bends, it shifts, it learns to climb.
From spoken breath to written line,
To digital forms so well designed.

In this new age of rapid flow,
Where moments fade before we know,
Expression seeks a faster way
To show us what we mean to say.

And so we speak through signs and shape,
Letting feeling find escape.
A modern voice, both clear and true,
Reminding us we feel things too.