In the soft rustle of turning leaves, Lies a world waiting to unfold, Stories woven in silent threads, Tales of…
In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace, A pen dances on the paper’s face. Stories unfold with each gentle glide,…
In the heart of the village square, they gather Feet tapping to the beat of time’s old drum Hands clapping…
In the quiet corners of a dusty shelf, Lie the whispers of ages, stories to tell, Of knights and dragons,…
In the realm of ink and paper’s embrace, Words dance in a mystical place, Through the night, into the dawn,…