War & peace

Nirvana

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I am a wanderer of thoughts, a weaver of dreams, Chasing truths where the heart’s silent river streams. I carve paths through the chaos of the world’s endless flaws. My pen dances to the rhythm of a restless soul, Crafting poems that mend, that question, that console. Society’s pulse beats in my words, its scars in my lines, I dream of change, of revolutions born in quiet minds. No masks adorn me, no pretense do I wear, I live to love, to give, to pour my heart bare. On this endless road, I walk alone, yet never stray, With songs as my lantern, memories lighting the way. Verses are my refuge, my rebellion, my art, Each poem a piece of my ever-burning heart. I fear not death’s shadow, nor its silent call, But the day my words falter, when no poem falls. Join me in this dance of ink and dreams untold, Where every line is a spark, every story bold. : Nirvana