In the quiet murmurs of the night,
Words dance softly in the moonlight,
Painting dreams across the skies,
A tapestry of endless sighs.
Verses weave through time and space,
Capturing hearts in their embrace,
Echoes of emotions long untold,
In every line, a story unfolds.
Rhymes that sing of joy and pain,
A gentle balm, like soothing rain,
Each stanza a bridge to distant lands,
Crafted by unseen, tender hands.
Poetry, a mirror to the soul,
Revealing secrets that make us whole,
In its embrace, we find our voice,
A sacred dance, where hearts rejoice.