In the quiet corners of my mind,Where thoughts like whispers gently roam,I find a place where words unwind,And ink becomes my heart’s true home.Beneath the stars’ soft, watchful gaze,I pen the dreams I dare not speak,In every phrase, a secret maze,Where silent yearnings find their peak.With every stroke, a story blooms,On paper plains, emotions soar,In solitude, my soul resumes,The dance of words it can’t ignore.So here I write, in quiet light,Where every line becomes a friend,In the embrace of endless night,My whispered thoughts to page I send.