In the hush of night, where shadows play,
Heartbeats echo in a rhythmic ballet.
A steady drum, a life's refrain,
Each beat a story, joy or pain.
In moments of love, a brisk crescendo,
Heartbeats dance, a passionate innuendo.
Soft murmurs in the quiet hour,
A symphony composed in love's power.
In sorrow's depths, a somber beat,
Echoes of loss, a rhythm bittersweet.
Yet, resilient, the heart finds its rhyme,
In the ebb and flow of the ticking time.
Heartbeats weave tales, a silent song,
Echoing a journey, short or long.
A rhythm that whispers life's decree,
Heartbeats, the pulse of eternity.
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PoetryA journey through the realms of imagination and emotion. Within the quiet embrace of words, verses unfold tales of dreams and boundless grace. The poem explores the profound connection between ink and reverie, painting a canvas of light where rhymes...
