Beneath the stars, where shadows dance
In silence, I take up my stance
A pen in hand, a heart unsure
Searching for words that will endure
The moon above, a gentle guide
A muse to pen what I'll confide
In whispers woven through the night
I'll find the words to take to flight
Each line a brushstroke on the page
A canvas for my thoughts to engage
I pour my soul into each verse
Hoping my words will not disperse
For poetry is a form of art
A language that speaks to the heart
And as the night begins to fade
My poem is born, my soul displayed
So let my words take flight and soar
Through valleys, mountains, ocean’s roar
And let them find a home out there
In hearts that yearn for truths to share
For in this world of chaos and strife
Poetry is a balm for life
A gentle whisper in the dark
A moonlit serenade, a spark.
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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...
