My Poetry. The new chance of life.

The morning breaks, the shadows fade,

A quiet wonder, freshly made.

I breathe the air, I feel the sun,

And know my story’s just begun.

For every beat within my chest,

For every day of toil and rest,

For simple joys and grace untold,

A miracle of flesh and gold.

The world is vast,

the road is long,

Yet in my soul,

there wakes a song.

With open eyes and open hands,

I thank the sky, I thank the lands.

To simply be,

to wake, to rise—

The greatest gift beneath the skies.

Following my serious operation, day by day its good to be alive…