A Poem
In the heart of language, beauty takes flight,
A dance of words, both day and night.
From Greek roots, "making" is key,
In every poem, there’s a world to see.
With rhythm and sound, poets create,
A symphony of meaning that resonates.
Assonance whispers, alliteration sings,
Each line a treasure, the joy it brings.
Through euphony's charm and cacophony's roar,
Poetic devices open a magical door.
Copyright © BEHCE Alexandrov | Year Posted 2025
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