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 Ali7 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,