Old English Poem

  Echoes of the Eternal In the quiet dawn where shadows lay, A whisper stirs, the birth of day. The sky unfolds in hues so rare, A fleeting canvas painted with care. The Pulse of Time The river flows, its course unknown, Through valleys deep and seeds unsown. Its waters speak of days long past, And dreams that fade, yet hold steadfast. Time, the sculptor, carves with might, Moments fleeting, day and night. Each tick, a song, a fleeting rhyme, We live, we lose, within its chime. A Journey Within Beneath the stars, the soul takes flight, Seeking truth in the endless night. Through mountains high and oceans deep, It finds the dreams it dares to keep. Each step, a tale, each pause, a thought, Lessons learned, and battles fought. The road is winding, the path unclear, Yet courage grows with every fear. The Weight of Loss In love’s embrace, we find the thread, That binds us close, though tears are shed. For every joy, a shadow stands, A silent partner, holdi...