Poem-Where Dreams Dare to Bloom

Where Dreams Dare to Bloom

In twilight’s hush,where soft winds sigh,
She stands alone beneath the sky.
Upon a stone that floats mid-air,
A quiet soul with wind-swept hair.

The mountains rise like ancient gods,
Guardians of paths no feet have trod.
While blossoms bloom in glowing pink,
Their petals whisper,pause—and think.

The sun,a golden echo wide,
Hangs low,as if it dares confide
A secret held since time began,
Of who we are and why we stand.

She looks ahead, not down below,
A heart unsure,yet set to grow.
This place,unreal yet deeply true,
Reflects the storms that we walk through.

A diamond shape above her head—
A sign,a dream or words unsaid?
Perhaps it’s faith,or fate,or both,
Or just the shape of inward growth.

For every soul must one day roam,
To find a place that feels like home.
Not bricks or wood—but peace and light,
Where fear dissolves into the night.

So if you wander,tired and torn,
Know every dusk births one more dawn.
And like the girl in pinkest hue,
The path you seek begins in you. 🌅💫