In the quiet, hallowed halls of time
Where shadows dance and spirits rhyme
I hear the whispered hymns of old
Tales of love and legends told
The lark sings a sweet melody
A symphony of grace and beauty
And I, a humble poet, strive
To capture its essence and make it thrive
In stanzas filled with golden light
I breathe life into words, take flight
Through realms of dreams and fantasies
I craft my poem, an ode to mysteries
So let it be known far and wide
This poem of mine, a source of pride
In pages bound and words adorned
Whispered hymns, forever reborn.
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Book of Poems
PoetryIn this enchanting collection of verses, readers will embark a journey through the whimsical and profound landscapes of the human experience. The poems within these pages are like whispers from the heart, offering comfort, solace, and inspiration to...
