In the quiet rustle of morning light,
Pages unfold their whispered tales,
Secrets inked in silent flight,
On the paper, time unveils.

Each line drawn with tender grace,
Holds dreams of worlds unseen,
Between the folds, a sacred space,
Where thoughts and words convene.

The gentle touch of fingers trace,
The stories etched in fragile sheets,
A tapestry of time and place,
Where memory and vision meets.

In paper’s embrace, eternity dwells,
A canvas for the heart’s refrain,
As every tale it softly tells,
Lives on beyond the ink’s remain.