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** Whispers**

In whispered tones, a gentle plea,
‘Think well, my muse, why rhymes decree?’
Across the lines, they intertwine,
A pattern dance, a rhythmic design.
 
Like lovers’ whispers, soft and sweet,
They echo thoughts, a tender beat.
Each verse a tapestry, threads entwined,
Where words and meanings softly bind.
 
They guide the reader’s eye with grace,
Through winding paths and time’s embrace.
A subtle thread that weaves a spell,
As verses rise and gently swell.
 
So pause and ponder, muse so dear,
Why rhymes do dance, so clear and sheer.
For in their embrace, a truth we find,
A harmony that binds the mind and the reality.
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