The Dance of Words
In realms where dreams and echoes play, Where thoughts and feelings weave,
A poem blooms in quiet grace, Its whispers to believe.
With every line, a world unfolds, In stanzas rich and deep,
Each verse a pulse of heart and soul, A tapestry we keep.
Poetry, the silent voice, That speaks when tongues are tied,
It dances on the edge of thought, Where hidden truths reside.
Through rhythmic beats and crafted words, It paints the sky and sea,
A mirror to the soul\'s delight, In boundless reverie.
The poet’s pen, a wand of light, That channels mind\'s embrace,
It captures fleeting moments\' flight, And time’s eternal trace.
In ink, we find a sacred bond, A bridge from me to you,
A poem’s grace, both firm and fond, In every line, anew.
So let us cherish this sweet art, This dance of words so free,
For in a poem, lies the heart, Of life’s deep poetry.