In the quiet corners of the night,
Where whispers paint the sky,
Poetry dances with the stars,
A symphony that never dies.

Words woven in silken threads,
Crafting dreams from the unseen,
They embrace the heart’s soft echoes,
In verses pure and serene.

Each line a gentle breeze,
Carrying tales of distant lands,
Connecting soul to soul,
In the poet’s tender hands.

Let us wander through this realm,
Where thoughts and dreams entwine,
In the endless dance of poetry,
We find the light that shines.