In the quiet moments of dawn’s early light,
Words dance upon the page in silent flight.
Each letter a whisper, each sentence a sigh,
Crafting dreams from thoughts that lie.

The pen, a wand of endless might,
Spins tales of love, of sorrow, of night.
Verses flow like rivers, so free,
Capturing the essence of humanity.

Poetry, a mirror to the soul’s deep sea,
Reflects the heart’s silent plea.
Emotions penned in lines so true,
A bridge between me and you.

So let us write, with fervor and grace,
Let our words find their place.
For in poetry, we find our voice,
A timeless art, a cherished choice.