In the house where words are bricks, poetry builds bridges, mends the cracks. A sanctuary where voices unite, a haven in the stormy night. Within the ink heart beats the truth, silent whispers of youth and truth. It pulses with stories untold, a rhythm fierce and bold. Stories inked in blood and tears, echo through the passing years. Binding us in shared refrain, a pulse that keeps society sane.
In the house where words are bricks, poetry builds bridges, mends the cracks. A sanctuary where voices unite, a haven in the stormy night. Within the ink heart beats the truth, silent whispers of youth and truth. It pulses with stories untold, a rhythm fierce and bold. Stories inked in blood and tears, echo through the passing years. Binding us in shared refrain, a pulse that keeps society sane.