write your own freeverse poem
Answer (1)
Answer:In the quiet before dawn, when the world is a whisper, I drift through dreams unbidden, where time is a gentle echo and the stars are weary.The moon, a pale guardian, watches over scattered hopes, and the wind hums old lullabies to restless thoughts. Here, shadows dance with fleeting grace, and reality seems a distant shore.I reach for the dawn, for the warmth of a day yet to break, but find only the silence of a night in transition. In this space between breaths, where the night sighs and the day waits, I am a moment suspended, a fragment of infinite possibility.The first light creeps softly, painting the sky in whispers of gold, and I, a witness to the quiet rebirth, feel the weight of yesterday slip away. In this dawn’s embrace, I am both fleeting and eternal, a silent echo of what was, and what might be.
