THE SONG UNSPOKEN

THE SONG UNSPOKEN
Words, wielded well, a sculptor's art,
Refine the soul, mend a broken heart.
A poet's verse, a soaring flight,
To realms unseen, bathed in pure light.
Emotions bloom, in vibrant hues,
A symphony crafted, for hearts that bruise.
A gem it gleams, a gentle song,
Where solace finds the weary, and right the wrong.
The silent strings of poesy's lute,
Whisper truths, both tender and astute.
A balm for wounds, a calming tide,
In troubled minds, where fears reside.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI