In the quiet whisper of the evening breeze,Words weave tales that the heart believes.Lines crafted in shadows, a gentle tease,Binding souls with threads of ease.

The moonlight paints on paper thin,Stories of old, and dreams that begin.Each stanza a journey, where we dive in,Finding solace in the world’s din.

Stars blink in rhythm, a celestial choir,Guiding poets through their heart’s desire.Every verse a spark, every word a fire,Igniting passions that never tire.

So let us dance in this endless song,Where every note and word belong.In poetry’s embrace, we are strong,Carried by the rhythm, where we belong.