In the quiet hum of twilight’s grace,
Where shadows dance and stars embrace,
Whispers of ancient tales unfold,
In a symphony of stories told.
The moon, a silent muse in flight,
Guides the poet through the night,
With ink and dreams, a canvas bare,
Weaving words with tender care.
Each line a breath, each verse a sigh,
Echoes of a distant sky,
Where thoughts and feelings intertwine,
In the tapestry of time.
Beneath the veil of night’s soft glow,
A world of wonder starts to grow,
For poetry is lifeâs pure art,
A mirror to the human heart.