In the quiet of the night,
Where dreams and thoughts collide,
Poetry whispers softly,
Secrets it cannot hide.
Each word a gentle touch,
Caressing the soulâs deep well,
Verses flow like rivers,
With stories they yearn to tell.
The rhythm of the heart,
Beats in sync with rhyme,
In the dance of the lines,
We lose the sense of time.
Emotions painted vividly,
On the canvas of the mind,
All about poetry,
The beauty we always find.