In the silence of the night, paper whispers,
Tales of dreams, of hopes, and of fears,
Each line a journey, each fold a mystery,
Weaving stories from centuries past.
Blank pages await the touch of ink,
Ready to embrace thoughts unspoken,
With every stroke, a universe unfolds,
A dance of words in delicate motion.
The scent of aged parchment fills the air,
Echoes of wisdom, secrets untold,
In the fragile fibres, life is contained,
A testament to the human soul’s quest.
Under the soft glow of a midnight lamp,
Paper becomes a canvas of the heart,
Where dreams take flight, and sorrows mend,
In the quiet, paper whispers its eternal song.