As I stand on the edge of graduation,
My last poem emerges, what feels to be my most heartfelt creation.
In the quiet spaces where my thoughts intertwined,
I reflect on the freedom, the beauty, and the divine.
The Paisano, a muse, in its spirit, I write,
Whispers of wisdom that will forever dance in the night.
Each word, a brushstroke on the canvas of my dreams,
Unveiling the layers of my life’s complex themes.
In ink and passion, I found my voice,
In delving through my dreams, I made my own choice.
The pages I wrote held echoes of joy and pain,
A sanctuary crafted where my thoughts could forever remain.
With every line I crafted, my heart took flight,
Embracing the darkness, and the solace of light.
The beauty of writing, is a sacred release,
In moments of chaos, it granted me peace.
