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In the realm of dreams, where thoughts take flight, A poet's pen dances, in the moon's soft light. Words like whispers, caress the page, Creating a tapestry, of emotions and sage. With ink as their paint, they weave a tale, Of love and loss, of joy and travail. They capture moments, both big and small, And paint them vividly, for one and all. In verses, they find solace and release, A sanctuary, where their soul finds peace. They pour their heart, into every line, Crafting a melody, that's truly divine. They paint with metaphors, and similes too, Creating images, that come alive and true. They play with rhythm, and rhyme with grace, Creating a symphony, in this sacred space. Their words are a balm, for the weary soul, A beacon of hope, when life takes its toll. They inspire, they heal, they ignite a fire, In the hearts of readers, who never tire. So let us celebrate, the poets and their art, For they bring beauty, to the world's depart. With every word, they leave an indelible mark, A testament to the power, of poetry's spark.