In the silence of the night, words softly dance,
Under the moon’s gentle, silver glance.
Each verse a whisper, a secret untold,
A tapestry of dreams that slowly unfold.

The ink flows like rivers, deep and wide,
Carrying emotions that cannot hide.
Every rhyme a heartbeat, every line a sigh,
In the world of poetry, we learn to fly.

Through metaphors and similes, we explore,
The depths of feelings, the ocean’s roar.
In stanzas and couplets, our souls find light,
Guided by the stars on a poetic night.

With quill in hand, our stories we weave,
In the realm of poetry, we choose to believe.
For in every sonnet, in every prose,
Lies the beauty of life, as it gently flows.