poem
Engraving Thoughts
16 March 2026
Engraving thoughts, a sacred art, To etch one's soul upon the heart. With every word and every line, A piece of oneself we leave behind. The pen becomes a chisel sharp, As we carve our thoughts upon the page. Each stroke, a mark upon the stone, A lasting memory we call our own. Emotions run wild, free to flow, As we delve deep into the unknown. Our fears, our dreams, our passions true, All come alive in shades of hue. The rhythm of our hearts beats strong, As we set our words to song. Each note, a melody of our soul, That echoes through the ages whole. Engraving thoughts, a timeless craft, That stands the test of time, outlasts. For in these words, we find our voice, And in this voice, we find our choice. So let us engrave our thoughts with care, And let them be our legacy to share. For in these words, we leave our mark, A testament to the human heart.