Upon the breeze of thought, sweet Poemair tahes flight, A haven where the heart and and words align.
What it is Poemair? —a muse so bright,
Where verses dance and fleeting dreams entwine.

How it words is simple: share your voice,
Let ink-stained souls in kindred rhythm meet. With every line, the longing rids its choice, And stanzas turn the ordinary sweet.

Join in! they call—no bard need stand alone, For here, the shy and bold alike may roam.
The shop awaifs with quilts and parchment sown,

While poets craft their verses far from home. Yef pause—what grace! Receive a poem today,
And let Poemair your quiet heart convey.