In the quiet of the night, words softly weave,
Through shadows and light, where dreams conceive.
A canvas of thoughts, painted with grace,
Each line a whisper, in a timeless embrace.

Verses dance like leaves in the breeze,
Capturing moments, with effortless ease.
Rhythms echo, in the silence they sing,
Unveiling the magic, that poets bring.

Metaphors bloom in the garden of mind,
Telling stories that hearts can find.
Emotions flow like a river’s gentle stream,
In the realm of poetry, where we dream.

So wield your pen, and let it fly,
Across the paper, beneath the sky.
For in each poem, a world unfolds,
A tapestry of words, that never grows old.