In a realm of ink and parchment white,
Where thoughts take flight, like birds in flight,
I embark upon a journey grand,
With pen in hand, and dreams unplanned.
The quill becomes my guiding star,
As constellations of ideas afar,
Twinkle softly in the midnight sky,
I capture them all as they pass by.
Yet storms may rise, and doubts may creep,
A tempest's shadow, dark and deep,
But I press on, through doubt and fear,
For the story's end is drawing near.
Through valleys of blank pages vast,
I wander, seeking stories to amass,
Words like rivers, flowing free,
A symphony of thoughts, unchained and key.
With every word, a world takes shape,
A tapestry woven, a landscape to drape,
Ink-stained fingers, a heart set free,
This writing journey, my destiny.
So let the pages turn and tales unfold,
A story of wonder, of courage bold,
In this dance of letters, we find our way,
On this endless journey, come what may.
Sachin dev
21-Aug-2023 11:25 PM
Nice
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Reena yadav
17-Aug-2023 09:27 AM
👍👍
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