Oh poetry, a gentle breeze that whispers through my mind,
A soft caress of words that soothe and leave behind
A trace of beauty, like a brush stroke on the heart,
Echoes of emotions, never to depart.
With every line, a shadow dances in my sight,
A fleeting form that fades with each delight,
Yet lingers still, a ghostly presence felt,
In the hollows of my soul, where dreams are dealt.
The words you weave, oh poet, are a spell,
That conjures worlds both real and surreal,
Where shadows take shape, and darkness yields
To light that shines, like stars within a field.
So let us dance, oh shadow and me,
Together in this verse, wild and free,
For in its depths, our souls entwined, we find
A truth that speaks, a love divine.
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