A soul whispers, lost in its own grace.
Thoughts entwine, like stars above,
Creating a symphony of love.
Each stanza, a chapter of the heart's tale,
A journey through emotions, never stale.
Beneath a moon's gentle gaze,
The poet pours out their soul's maze.
Words flow like rivers, unrestrained,
Painting pictures, vividly ingrained.
The first stanza, a tender start,
Sets the stage for the poet's art.
Through valleys of sorrow and heights of glee,
The verses weave, setting hearts free.
Stanzas two, three, and four unfurl,
Emotions dancing, a poetic swirl.
Each line a brushstroke, vibrant and true,
Revealing fragments of the poet's view.
In the final stanza, a sense of peace,
A resolution, where all journeys cease.
Like a whisper carried by the breeze,
The poem concludes, finding inner ease.
And so, the soul's journey takes flight,
In five stanzas, a poetic delight.