In the gentle embrace of morning’s light,
Words dance upon the page, softly they sing,
A melody of dreams takes flight,
In verses where the heart finds its wings.

Each line a whisper of the soul’s delight,
In shadows and light, the stories unfold,
The rhythm of life, both day and night,
In the poet’s hand, the world is retold.

The ink flows like a river, deep and wide,
Carving paths through the valleys of thought,
In the quiet moments where musings reside,
A tapestry of emotions is carefully wrought.

In the silence that follows the final rhyme,
A lingering echo of beauty remains,
For poetry is the timeless chime,
A symphony of whispers in the heart’s domains.