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4 years ago

I’d like to compose off the cuff But limericks are sadly too tough Perfecting the timing And planning good rhyming Is already tricky enough - Mod M

Finding my feet

In a land where shadows softly creep,

Where unknown paths and secrets sleep,

I found myself, a stranger's face,

In this new, uncharted place.

The streets were whispers, tales untold,

With every step, my heart grew bold.

Though fear did knock, I stood my ground,

In this strange place, my feet were found.

The skies were foreign, stars anew,

Yet in their light, my courage grew.

With every dawn, a chance to see,

The beauty in this mystery.

Through winding roads and hidden lanes,

I danced in sun and welcomed rains.

For in this place, so wild and free,

I found the strength to just be me.

The city breathed, a living art,

Its pulse became my beating heart.

Mountains rose like ancient kings,

Whispering tales of timeless things.

Rivers flowed like veins of gold,

Through valleys deep and stories old.

The wind, a voice both soft and strong,

Sang to me a foreign song.

In markets bright with colours rare,

I found new dreams within the air.

Each face, a book with pages turned,

In every gaze, a lesson learned.

The night, a velvet cloak of stars,

Guided me through near and far.

In this place, both strange and grand,

I found my feet, I made my stand.

Surviving storms with steadfast grace,

I carved my path, I found my place.

In every challenge, strength did grow,

In every trial, a chance to show.

Living fully, heart and soul,

Embracing life, becoming whole.

With every breath, a song to sing,

In every moment, blossoming.

Thriving in this newfound land,

With open heart and outstretched hand.

In this place, both wild and free,

I found my home, I found me.