In the realm of words, where dreams unfold,
A wondrous form of art takes hold.
It dances on the page with rhythm and grace,
A symphony of thoughts, a sacred space.
Oh, blessed creation, the poem divine,
It weaves tales of love and visions sublime.
With gentle strokes of metaphor’s embrace,
It paints emotions on hearts’ tender trace.
Like a whisper in the breeze, it softly speaks,
Unveiling secrets, making hearts and souls peak.
It captures the essence of life’s fleeting breath,
Immersing us in realms untouched by death.