In the quiet of the night, words softly play,
Dancing on the edge of dreams untold,
Each line a whisper, a tender sway,
Painting emotions with colors bold.

The moonlight weaves through silent trees,
Crafting shadows where thoughts reside,
Verses flow with the gentle breeze,
Carrying secrets the stars confide.

A symphony of echoes in the soul,
Where every word finds its place,
Poetry becomes a voice, a whole,
Embracing the heart in a soft embrace.

With each stanza, the world unfolds,
A tapestry of feelings, raw and true,
Through poetry, the heart boldly holds,
A mirror reflecting the world anew.