In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows weave and starlights bind,
There lies a realm untouched by time,
A place where dreams and visions climb.

Colors burst like dawn’s first light,
In a canvas vast, where thoughts take flight.
Shapes emerge from whispers and sighs,
Painting stories beneath the skies.

Creativity flows like a river’s song,
In harmony where the heart belongs.
Each note a spark, each line a thread,
Weaving worlds from what is said.

So dance with me in this endless space,
Where dreams and wonders find their place.
Let imagination be our guide,
In this realm where magic does reside.