Words dance on the page,
Whispers of ink and paper,
Poetry takes flight.

In dreams, verses bloom,
Imagination’s playground,
A poet’s refuge.

Silent syllables,
Emotions etched in stanzas,
Language weeps and soars.

Pen scratches paper,
Unleashing thoughts into form,
Poetry awakes.

Whispered secrets flow,
Ink spills from a poet’s heart,
A world born from words.

This was generated by artificial intelligence. Spooky isn’t it!