Poem.
With ink and rhyme, the poet's art,
A dance of words, a beating heart.
Through lines they weave, a tapestry bright,
Capturing moments, in day or night.
With pen in hand, they paint the scene,
A canvas vast, where thoughts convene.
Each word a brushstroke, delicate, precise,
Crafting worlds of wonder, of...
A dance of words, a beating heart.
Through lines they weave, a tapestry bright,
Capturing moments, in day or night.
With pen in hand, they paint the scene,
A canvas vast, where thoughts convene.
Each word a brushstroke, delicate, precise,
Crafting worlds of wonder, of...