Beneath the silver moonlit sky,
A poet's heart begins to sigh.
In the depths of night, a tale unfolds,
A symphony of words yet to be told.
Oh, listen close, dear wandering soul,
As the poet's verses gently roll.
Through meadows kissed by morning dew,
A new poem takes shape, just for you.
In fields of dreams, where time stands still,
The poet's pen weaves magic at will.
With each stroke, a story takes flight,
A canvas painted with moonbeams bright.
Let the verses dance upon the page,
Like whispered secrets, stage by stage.
They speak of love, so sweet and true,
Of shattered dreams and skies of blue.
Through metaphors and rhymes entwined,
A world of emotions is designed.
From deepest sorrows to joys so grand,
The poet's words, a guiding hand.
In rhythm and cadence, they find their flow,
A melody that the heart does know.
With every stanza, a heart's desire,
Igniting flames, setting souls on fire.
So let the poet's voice be heard,
In every line, a heartfelt word.
For in poetry, we find our truth,
A refuge for the restless youth.
And as the ink spills on the page,
A poet's soul, forever engaged.
In the art of words, they find their peace,
Creating beauty that will never cease.
So cherish the poets and their art,
For they bare their souls, a fragile part.
In their verses, we find solace and grace,
A timeless gift, embraced in embrace.
