TEMPLE OF POETRY

TEMPLE OF POETRY
In the quiet grace of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance and dreams intertwine,
She stands, a goddess, draped in soft light,
Wielding words that shatter the stillness. 
Her voice, a melody, gentle as the breeze,
Stirring whispers through ancient woods,
Each syllable a petal, each verse a prayer,
In the sacred temple of the earth’s breath. 
Ode to her beauty, the sun’s warm glow,
In the flowers that blossom, in the waters that flow,
She breathes life into pages, inked with longing,
With passion sparking a creative fire. 
Her laughter, a symphony, serenely cascades,
Through valleys of silence where yearning resides,
An altar of hope where heartbeats align,
To honor the rhythms of love so profound. 
With every heartbeat, creation unfolds,
In her eyes, the stories of ages revisited,
A tapestry woven in threads of fate,
Where humanity gathers to celebrate and reflect. 
For she is the muse, the dreamer’s delight,
A goddess of poetry, radiant and bright,
This earth as her temple, adorned with her grace,
In every soul's journey, her essence we uncover.