Irfan

Description

I dream of dawn on cragged peaks, Where argent streams in silence speak. The zephyr weaves through boughs austere, A hymn of old, both crisp and clear. The heavens blaze in gilded fire, As verdant realms in hush conspire. Each petal sways in solemn lore, Ephemeral yet evermore. One day, I ride where echoes wane, Through spectral mists and tempest’s reign. With soul unchained, I chase the gales, A wanderer where earth exhales. The road unwinds, the ether vast, Beneath the moon, my fate is cast. In nature’s grasp, my heart remains, A fleeting breath in boundless plains.