Dance upon the page, a symphony of thought,
Where ink becomes the river, flowing free,
In shadows cast by dreams, the stories wrought,
Unveiling worlds that only words can see.

In silence, whispers find their gentle grace,
A tapestry of echoes softly spun,
Through endless night, the letters interlace,
Till morning breaks and all the tales are one.

With every stroke, a universe is born,
In quiet corners, magic dares to bloom,
From seeds of wonder, endless realms adorn,
Each line a path that leads beyond the gloom.

Oh, writer’s heart, forever in pursuit,
Of truth and wonder on the paper’s skin,
In every word, a journey absolute,
The dance of ink and soul, where dreams begin.