In the quiet dance of ink and page,
Where dreams and thoughts take gentle flight,
Poetry weaves its timeless cage,
Holding moments in the fading light.

With every line, a world unfolds,
Emotions painted with tender grace,
A tapestry of stories told,
In the silent spaces we embrace.

Words like rivers flow and bend,
Carrying whispers from the soul,
In verses where the heart will mend,
Finding solace, becoming whole.

An art of shadows and of light,
Poetry breathes with every sigh,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding us beneath the sky.