Yearning of my Heart

These poems breathe of memory and longing — petals pressed between pages voices that vanish yet linger love that burns even in absence. Each verse is a fragment of the soul tracing grief tenderness and rebirth in the quiet music of life. All the words the devotion the ache are mine for I cannot write what I do not feel nor muse for those who do not breathe art. Numbers fade but words live etched like stubborn ink