In realms where words weave tales unseen,
The poet's heart, a canvas keen.
With ink and rhyme, they craft the dance
Of stars that twirl in night's expanse.
Each verse a whisper, soft and clear,
Echoes of joy, of sorrow's tear.
In cadence sweet or fierce refrain,
They paint the hues of joy and pain.
They capture dreams in fleeting flight,
Give voice to hope in darkest night.
With pen in hand, they shape the view,
Reveal the world, both an old and new.
For in their verse, the soul is bared,
The essence of humanity shared.
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Isra
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