Where did this come from?

It comes from my soul,
A precious poem that flowed from me,
The words dance like the sun in the sky,
There is so much feeling in every letter.

I breathe life in, with every verse,
The lines flow like a raging river,
The letters form signs, bright and clear,
And carry my thoughts into the unknown.

Where did this come from? It's so much more,
As just a bunch of words on digital paper,
It is an echo of my deepest emotions,
A window to my innermost essence.

You may try to read it and understand,
But only in my soul can you grasp it,
Unique and true, like a precious treasure,
Captured by the sea of flames of creativity.

Where did this come from? It is my heart and my art,
An expression of my soul, a blazing fire,
In every paragraph hides a piece of me,
A gift to the world that never lingers.

It may dwell in the vastness of the Internet,
But his roots are deeply rooted in my soul,
A precious poem that flowed from me,
Where did this come from? It comes from my soul.