In whispers soft, the verses flow,Through silent halls where shadows grow,A dance of words in rhythmic grace,Within each line, a hidden space.The moonlight weaves its silver thread,Across the dreams the poets spread,In quiet corners, tales unfold,In every rhyme, a story told.The echoes of forgotten sighs,In stanzas where the soul complies,Each metaphor, a world anew,Where hearts find solace, spirits grew.In every pause, a breath of life,Through joy and sorrow, peace and strife,The art of poetry, a gentle art,A timeless journey of the heart.