**"Whispers in the Woods and Ildy Blare"** Spoken word Story Poem for this Experience My name is Idly Blare, And today, I wander. The air is thick with possibility, Like a breath held too long, A secret shared in silence. I step into the forest, Where the trees stand tall as guardians, Their branches reach out like ancient hands, Beckoning me deeper. Each step crunches on the path, Leaves crackle underfoot, Whispers of the earth, Reminding me I'm alive. The sunlight filters through the canopy, Casting golden streaks on the ground, Like promises made in the dawn, Yet to be fulfilled. The wind plays with my hair, A gentle caress, A lover's touch, Or maybe just the breath of the world. Birds sing in the distance, A melody that flutters and dips, Carrying with it stories of old, Of those who walked here before. I don't know what's ahead, And that excites me. The unknown, the uncertain- It pulses through my veins, A rhythm I can't ignore. Each turn in the path is a question mark, Each rustle in the bushes, a mystery, But I'm not afraid. No, fear has no place here. The forest hums with life, With energy, And I, Idly Blare, Am just a note in its symphony. I pause for a moment, Close my eyes, Feel the pulse of the earth beneath me, A heartbeat, steady and true. And in that moment, I realize- This journey, this walk, Is not about the destination, But the dance, The dance with the unknown. So I smile, And take another step, Ready for whatever comes next. Because in the forest, In this sacred space, I am alive, And that's all that matters.
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**"Whispers in the Woods and Ildy Blare"** Spoken word Story Poem for this Experience
My name is Idly Blare,
And today, I wander.
The air is thick with possibility,
Like a breath held too long,
A secret shared in silence.
I step into the forest,
Where the trees stand tall as guardians,
Their branches reach out like ancient hands,
Beckoning me deeper.
Each step crunches on the path,
Leaves crackle underfoot,
Whispers of the earth,
Reminding me I'm alive.
The sunlight filters through the canopy,
Casting golden streaks on the ground,
Like promises made in the dawn,
Yet to be fulfilled.
The wind plays with my hair,
A gentle caress,
A lover's touch,
Or maybe just the breath of the world.
Birds sing in the distance,
A melody that flutters and dips,
Carrying with it stories of old,
Of those who walked here before.
I don't know what's ahead,
And that excites me.
The unknown, the uncertain-
It pulses through my veins,
A rhythm I can't ignore.
Each turn in the path is a question mark,
Each rustle in the bushes, a mystery,
But I'm not afraid.
No, fear has no place here.
The forest hums with life,
With energy,
And I, Idly Blare,
Am just a note in its symphony.
I pause for a moment,
Close my eyes,
Feel the pulse of the earth beneath me,
A heartbeat, steady and true.
And in that moment,
I realize-
This journey, this walk,
Is not about the destination,
But the dance,
The dance with the unknown.
So I smile,
And take another step,
Ready for whatever comes next.
Because in the forest,
In this sacred space,
I am alive,
And that's all that matters.
i like it, very good. happy.
У тебя безумно, кристально чистые и искренние биты, напоминающие - летний дождь над тихим городком
С любовью, к хорошей музыки из Украины
thank you, that means so much to me🖤
Брат я с тобой согласен :) я с Казахстана 🇰🇿
Minecraft type beat 👍
yaaaa