Baskadia

In realms of words, my pen shall dance,

A poem weaves, a fleeting trance.

With ink-stained thoughts, I'll paint the skies,

Emotions' palette, where beauty lies.

In twilight's glow, the verses bloom,

A symphony of the heart's perfume.

Each line a whisper, soft and true,

Unfolding tales, just for you.

Beneath the moon's enchanting stare,

I'll spin a tale of love and care.

Where hearts entwine in sweet embrace,

Time stands still in this hallowed space.

Through meadows green and mountains tall,

I'll wander free, no bounds at all.

The breeze shall carry, light and free,

My words to dance upon the lea.

In tears that fall like gentle rain,

I'll find solace, release the pain.

And with a touch of empathy,

The wounded soul finds sanctuary.

The stars shall guide me on my quest,

To find the words that speak the best.

For poetry, a bridge to hearts,

Where understanding often starts.

With every rhyme and meter's beat,

A world unfolds, new visions meet.

In harmony of sound and thought,

A tapestry of dreams is wrought.

So let us journey, hand in hand,

In this poetic wonderland.

For in these lines, our souls may blend,

And find a love that'll never end.