Happy 1000 Days

A thousand days have passed in fleeting grace.
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.

Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.

Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
 
We found the echoes of our kindred mind.
Now, here we stand, a thousand days gone by.
In poetry our spirits never die.