In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where whispers of dreams softly tread,
Poetry finds its gentle role,
In soothing hearts where words are spread.

Beneath the moon’s tender glow,
Verses dance in silent grace,
Capturing feelings we rarely show,
In the sacred, timeless space.

Each line a brush of tender art,
Painting visions of the unseen,
Binding every wandering heart,
To the beauty in between.

In the shadows of endless night,
Poetry sings its lullaby,
Guiding us with its gentle light,
Through dreams that never say goodbye.