In the quiet shadows of the mind,
Words dance like flickering flames,
Whispering secrets of the heart,
In verses that softly call our names.

A tapestry woven with dreams and tears,
Each line a thread of golden hue,
In the silent embrace of night,
Poetry becomes the soul’s true view.

Through the chaos of a restless world,
Gentle rhymes cradle the weary soul,
With every stanza, a new hope unfurls,
Guiding us to a place where we are whole.

Let the ink flow like a river’s song,
Carving paths through uncharted lands,
For in the realm of poetry we belong,
With hearts open, and outstretched hands.