In the stillness of the night,
Words find their gentle flight,
Dancing softly on the breeze,
Whispering through the silent trees.

Echoes of thoughts untold,
Weave tales both young and old,
In verses where emotions blend,
A tapestry that knows no end.

Shadows of dreams unfold,
On pages where mysteries hold,
Each line a journey, bold and free,
A reflection of the soul’s decree.

Poetry, a river of time,
Flowing in rhythm, in gentle rhyme,
An eternal dance of night and day,
Where hearts find their own way.