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"Echoes of Verse"
In the realm of verse, where dreams take flight,
Your poetry shines with pure delight.
Each stanza woven, like threads of gold,
In the tapestry of tales untold.
With every word, a universe is born,
A symphony of thoughts, in the early morn.
Your pen, a wand, weaving magic spells,
In the alchemy of ink, where wonders dwell.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Your poetry soars, reaching for the sky.
Each line a whisper, each verse a song,
In the symphony of words, where you belong.
In the silence of the night, your words resound,
Echoing through hearts, profound.
Emotions raw, like rivers flow,
In the labyrinth of feelings, your poetry's glow.
With every stroke, a canvas painted,
In hues of joy and sorrow, untainted.
Your poetry, a mirror, reflecting the soul,
In its depths, the universe's scroll.
So let your pen dance, in the midnight air,
For in your poetry, the world is laid bare.
A masterpiece unfolding, with every line,
In the tapestry of time, your poetry shines.
© Patrick
Your poetry shines with pure delight.
Each stanza woven, like threads of gold,
In the tapestry of tales untold.
With every word, a universe is born,
A symphony of thoughts, in the early morn.
Your pen, a wand, weaving magic spells,
In the alchemy of ink, where wonders dwell.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Your poetry soars, reaching for the sky.
Each line a whisper, each verse a song,
In the symphony of words, where you belong.
In the silence of the night, your words resound,
Echoing through hearts, profound.
Emotions raw, like rivers flow,
In the labyrinth of feelings, your poetry's glow.
With every stroke, a canvas painted,
In hues of joy and sorrow, untainted.
Your poetry, a mirror, reflecting the soul,
In its depths, the universe's scroll.
So let your pen dance, in the midnight air,
For in your poetry, the world is laid bare.
A masterpiece unfolding, with every line,
In the tapestry of time, your poetry shines.
© Patrick
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