Whispers in the Wind

Can't you hear the whispers in the wind? I, as the writer, can hear them.
The stories that the melody can't begin, I understand their essence.
In the heart of a songwriter, they reside, and I feel them too.
Waiting to be set free, no need to hide, I long to release them.

I freelance myself from the hearts' poetry,
I share my diary notes, revealing my soul,
With each song from the heart,
I create a refrain without melody,
Hoping you can hear my heart.

The ink stains on the pages reveal my emotions,
Only words can heal the pain that lies within.
A song unsung, a story untold,
My pen weaves tales of gold.

I keep writing, keep sharing my love for writing,
Letting the words flow like a gentle river's tide.
In this journey of expression, I find,
The beauty of being alive, intricately intertwined.

I freelance myself from the hearts' poetry,
I share my diary notes, revealing my soul,
With each song from the heart,
I create a refrain without melody,
Hoping you can hear my heart.

A lonely road may be my path,
But the muse within my heart dances.
The beauty of nature, the butterfly's flight,
Inspiration takes flight, soaring to new heights.

So I let the words flow, like a symphony,
A melody of emotions, a soul's symphony.
My voice echoes through time,
My words etched in rhythm and rhyme.

I freelance myself from the hearts' poetry,
I share my diary notes, revealing my soul,
With each song from the heart,
I create a refrain without melody,
Hoping you can hear my heart.

So I let the words flow, from deep within,
With every stroke of the pen, the journey begins.
In my heart, freedom resides,
Through my diary notes, my soul truly guides.

I freelance myself from the hearts' poetry,
I share my diary notes, revealing my soul,
With each song from the heart,
I create a refrain without melody,
Hoping you can hear my heart.