In the silent whispers of the night,
Words dance upon the page,
Each letter a gentle stroke of light,
Painting emotions, love, and rage.

The pen glides with grace and might,
Transforming thoughts into art,
Weaving tales of joy and plight,
Touching the depths of the heart.

Through the rhythm and the rhyme,
A poet’s soul finds its voice,
Capturing moments frozen in time,
Within the lines, we rejoice.

So let us write, through dark and dawn,
Our spirits forever free,
For in poetry, we are reborn,
Embracing our destiny.