Writers 
The velvet sky begins to turn,
As twilight bids the day farewell,
And in our hearts a fire burns,
For stories only night can tell.
The lanterns glow with amber light,
And weave a spell across the floor,
Where laughter dances through the night,
And worries vanish out the door.
In elegant and fine attire,
We gather beneath shimmering beams,
Inspired by a shared desire
To celebrate our brightest dreams.
The gentle music fills the air,
A melody both sweet and slow,
Uniting voices everywhere,
With memories we’ve come to know.
We step into the lively crowd,
Where rhythm moves through every heart,
And cheers echo clear and loud,
As moving songs and dances start.
From quiet side-lines to the floor,
The room is bright with joyful grace,
Each smile a key that opens doors
To moments time cannot erase.
The hours drift like quiet streams,
While shadows lengthen in the hall,
We toast to long-imagined dreams,
And catch the petals as they fall.
Each quiet glance, each friendly word,
Becomes a spark within the dark,
A chorus soft, yet clearly heard,
That leaves behind a lasting mark.
Years may pass and youth may fade,
And paths will branch in different ways,
Yet every promise that was made
Will light our paths through future days.
So let us hold this evening near,
Before the morning comes to call,
And treasure every memory here,
Within this grand, unforgettable hall.
