In twilight’s gentle glow, words softly dance,
A symphony of stars in endless trance.
Through veils of dreams, whispers find their way,
Crafting realms where hearts and echoes play.

The moonlight weaves a tapestry of thought,
In silence, timeless truths are gently caught.
Each line a river flowing through the night,
Guiding lost spirits to the dawn’s first light.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Verses bloom in the fragrance of the breeze.
Mysteries unfold in the poet’s hand,
Carving pathways to a forgotten land.

In shadows deep, where secrets softly lie,
Words are the wings that teach the heart to fly.
A dance of language, endless and profound,
Where the soul’s voice in quietude is found.