Echoes Of Truth Poem by Abdul C

Love, the golden oil for a restless heart
A fleeting fragrance of wild blooms untamed
Hate, a shadow of pity turned dark
Its stench a wound from within unnamed

Only the trusted hold the blade of betrayal
For closeness sharpens the sting of deceit
True love braves the widest of trails
Its flame fed by memories, steady and sweet

Old age is no ailment to fear or despise
But a scroll of wisdom for ears that hear
Healing begins where acceptance lies
In faults embraced, whether distant or near

Poetry whispers like the wind through the trees
Its meaning a gift for others to find
History repeats what ignorance frees
A mirror reflecting the folly of mind

Darkness is no evil, but a tender veil
A blanket for lovers, soft and profound
Beneath its shadow, stars unveil
Their brilliance glowing when silence surrounds

Words, forged with power, create or destroy
Their weight demands a thoughtful release
Truth burns the liar, denying joy
While guilt robs the crooked of restful peace

Nature, resilient, heals its own scars
But its dues must be paid by the careless hand
Belief is the anchor that holds through the stars
Without it, life crumbles like shifting sand

Life is a radiant bird of delicate grace
Balancing on a twig, fragile yet free
Its song ascends to the Maker's embrace
A hymn of gratitude eternally