In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance and thoughts unwind,
Poetry whispers, soft and true,
Revealing worlds both old and new.

Each word a brush, each line a stroke,
Painting dreams in hearts unspoke,
Emotions rise, like tides they flow,
In verses deep, we come to know.

The silent echo of a sigh,
The fleeting glimpse of stars on high,
Through poetry, we grasp the light,
And hold the darkness of the night.

So let your heart be free to sing,
In words that dance, in lines that ring,
For in this art, we find our way,
Through night and dawn, to break of day.