| In lands where words like rivers flow, beneath the moon’s serene, soft glow, A scribe with pen in steady grasp, captures life’s essence, breath in clasp. Each line breathes life, each word a beat, where hearts and artistry meet, Within this dance, where lines converge, syllables and dreams emerge. Upon the page, a dream’s soft march, where truth and fancy blend and arch, A world from deepest musings drawn, where words and wisdom dawn. Here, poetry unlocks the soul, freeing minds, making broken whole, In every line, a universe, in syllables, life converses. So raise our cups, filled with the ink, to poets who dare to think, Whose words can heal, can tear, can bind, echoing through the mind. In every verse, a life, a tale, in poetic seas we sail, Where lines hold sway, in night or day, guiding us on our way. |
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Poetic Alchemist 