Question

a poem, blank such as diction and enjambment

Answer 1

In the hush of twilight's gentle breath,
Words slip like whispers, soft as shadows,
Dancing on the edge of silence, unbound,
Where meaning ebbs and flows, a river
Carving valleys in the stillness of thought,
As lines stretch, reaching for the stars,
Each phrase a bridge—a passage, a leap
Into the unknown, the half-said and the
Wonders that linger just out of sight,
In the spaces between breaths and beats,
Where hearts beat louder than the quiet night,
And every pause speaks volumes, speaks
Of all the dreams that flutter like moths,
Flickering at the windows of the mind,
With each new line, a world unfolds,
Infinite in its chaos, its beauty,
Leaving traces of longing, like footprints
In the sand, washed away by relentless waves,
Yet ever-present, echoing in the dusk,
A testament to lives lived, words spoken,
In this blank canvas, where we find
The art of saying nothing, everything,
And in each moment, a story begins.