In the gentle folds of whispered words,
Lies a world unseen, yet profoundly heard.
Each line a brushstroke on paper’s face,
Crafting realms of beauty, time can’t erase.

Dancing shadows of rhythm and rhyme,
Weave through the silence, transcending time.
A tapestry of thoughts, emotions unfurled,
Poetry breathes life into a wordless world.

Beneath the surface of ink-stained dreams,
Lies the heart of poets, where passion streams.
With every verse, a symphony begins,
To echo forever in the soul’s deep winds.

So let us wander where the muses sing,
In the sacred garden of eternal spring.
For in the essence of poetry, we find,
The timeless whispers of the human mind.