In shadows deep, where sorrow\'s tears do flow,
A wounded heart, in darkness, seeks to know.
The ache within, like thunder\'s mournful cry,
In whispered verses, finds a way to fly.
Each word a balm, to heal the wounds so deep,
In poetry\'s embrace, our souls may weep.
Through ink-stained pages, feelings are unveiled,
A fragile heart\'s desire, forever detailed.
With every line, emotions find their voice,
In rhythm and in rhyme, we make our choice.
To share our joys, our pains, our love, our strife,
In poetry, we find the pulse of life.
So let these words, like gentle rain, descend,
And in their cadence, may your heart transcend.
For in this verse, our spirits intertwine,
Emotions painted in each heartfelt line.