For poetry lovers.#1

In the silence of forgotten streets,
Where shadows dance and whispers meet,
I find my feet, bare and free,
A canvas for the world to see.

The wind whispers secrets, cold and gray,
As I walk on, through dawn’s first ray,
The city stirs, its heartbeat slow,
I find my rhythm, as the moments flow.

In every step, a story’s spun,
Of dreams and hopes, of life begun,
With every breath, a path unfolds,
A journey woven, with heart and soul.

No shoes to bind, no feet to claim,
I walk the world, with heart aflame,
For in the freedom of the open road,
I find my voice, my heart, my abode.