Fri, 17 Apr 2026 19:11:36 +0000

Me, In Rhyme Who? The Hidden Words That Whisper Back When You Look Closely Have you ever paused and listened close,
To the quiet hum of words that still compose—
A voice inside the echo, soft and low,
Speaking truths you may not yet show? Me, Me, In Rhyme Who?—a riddle deep and true,
A mirror held not with glass, but with the view.
Through rhymes and rhythms, I weave quiet threads,
Words that speak directly when you dare to tread. When your gaze grows still and fine with thought,
Golden phrases start to swell, they sink in soft Metro—
Not loud, but woven through the silence tight,
The hidden words that gently greet your sight.