Eighteen Is The Age Poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri

Eighteen is the age when the world unfolds
like a flower daring to greet the sun,
where laughter dances on the edge of dreams
and the horizon whispers promises untold.

A canvas sprawls before unsteady hands,
colors bleed into the thrill of the unknown
each choice a brushstroke, bold and vibrant
painting futures yet to be fully realized.

Feet tread on the precipice of youth,
where innocence meets the tremor of desire
the heart beats a rhythm, wild and unchained
as shadows of doubt flicker like candlelight.

In this symphony of chaos and grace,
the pulse of life thrums beneath the skin
eighteen a bridge where the child waves goodbye
and the echoes of tomorrow call from afar.