The soul dances,
like snowflakes spinning,
falling in graceful surrender.
A delicate balance—
light intertwined with shadow,
a rhythm only the cosmos knows.
Music flows unseen,
and beauty blooms in its ecstatic steps.
In this silent waltz, awe awakens,
a wonder that goes beyond thought—
beyond what I can grasp.
Each movement recalls to me—
the origin of all things—
a treasure once mine, now lost,
to this tempestuous world.
MyKoul
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