In the silence where words find their home,
Poetry weaves its delicate thread,
A tapestry of thoughts, untamed and wild,
Guiding hearts where dreams are led.

Through shadows cast by the moon’s soft glow,
Verses dance like leaves in the breeze,
Each line a whisper of forgotten tales,
Carried gently across the seas.

With every stanza, a world unfolds,
Rich with colors only the soul can see,
In the garden of imagination’s realm,
Where the spirit roams free.

So let us wander in poetry’s embrace,
Where time stands still, and hearts ignite,
For in its verses, we find our peace,
In the tender arms of endless night.