In the city's bustling heart, where life unfolds, Amidst the chaos and stories yet untold, There exists a band of heroes, often unseen,
By Reyan Ali4 months ago in Poets
In realms of joy and endless play, Where dreams are born and time's at bay, A tapestry of wonders unfurls, Within the realm of boys and girls.
In the realm where willows sway, On the emerald fields, where dreams play, A symphony of leather and wood entwines,
In a world filled with chaos and strife, Where shadows dance with the rhythm of life, There exists a creature pure and true,
In the realm where grace resides, A tale of love eternal resides, Where mortals seek solace anew, In the embrace of love divine, so true.
In realms of love, a bond sincere, A father's heart, forever near. With tender strength, he guides and cares, A beacon true, through joys and snares.
In this vast realm where dreams unfurl, Where souls emerge and spirits twirl, A tapestry of life, diverse and grand,
In shadows cast upon a dying earth, Where whispers cease and hope finds no rebirth, A tale unfolds of a world's demise,
In the hush of twilight's gentle sway, A celestial waltz begins to play, A symphony born of ethereal light, The Aurora Borealis ignites the night.
In moonlit haze, where spirits dwell, A haunting tale, their souls to tell, Amidst the silence of ancient nights,
Beneath the moon's enchanting glow, Amidst the night's eternal show, In forests deep where shadows dance, Resounds a chorus of wild romance.
Upon a canvas of heavens, dark and vast, A tale unfolds in whispers of the past. Gentle droplets descend, a rhythmic refrain,
