In the heart of a city, among the towers tall,
A poem is born from the sound of the rainfall.
Through the narrow streets, the words flow like a stream,
Carrying the essence of a poet’s dream.
In the heart of a city, among the towers tall,
The rhythmic beats of the raindrops call.
Through the narrow streets, the words flow like a stream,
Reflecting the artist’s soul, full of gleam.
The rhythmic beats of the raindrops call,
A symphony of sounds that never fall.
Through the narrow streets, the words flow like a stream,
Guiding the poet’s heart in a tranquil dream.
In the heart of a city, among the towers tall,
The muse dances with each gentle call.
Through the narrow streets, the words flow like a stream,
Carrying the artist’s soul to a peaceful theme.
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Image model: PixelAlchemy
Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
Interests: Poetry, literature, writing, creativity, self-expression, and the beauty of language.
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