Poem

A poem is a garden where thoughts gently bloom,

In verses that wander, dispelling the gloom.

Lines trace the contours of a hidden dream,

Crafting a world where whispers redeem.

Words dance like shadows in the morning light,

Painted in colors both soft and bright.

Emotions take flight on delicate wings,

Rhythms flow like rivers, wide and deep,

Each stanza a step in a journey unknown,

A landscape of feeling, in which seeds are sown.

In a poem’s embrace, we find and release,

A timeless creation, in the heart’s endless bliss.