In the ink-black night, words whisper, softly gleam,
Each stanza a star, in the vast poetic dream.
Metaphors dance, a waltz of endless grace,
Expressing the soul, in this boundless space.
Rhymes, like melodies, harmonize the heart's song,
A poet's realm, where emotions belong.
Ink flows like a river, carving verses with care,
Painting pictures of truth, in the poet's lair.
Pen becomes a wand, conjuring feelings profound,
Scribing life's symphony, with an enchanting sound.
Each line, a journey, through the poet's soul,
Unveiling mysteries, making a heart whole.
Verses breathe life into thoughts, both vast and minute,
A bridge between worlds, where emotions commute.
Poetry, a language, transcending earthly strife,
In its lyrical embrace, we cherish the essence of life.
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