In the quiet of a writer’s mind,
Words dance like leaves in autumn’s breeze,
Crafting worlds from whispers of the pen,
Imagination set free with ease.

Each stroke, a journey to unknown lands,
Where characters breathe and stories unfold,
In the ink’s embrace, the heart expands,
Creating tales both new and bold.

The blank page, a canvas vast and wide,
Invites the dreams to take their flight,
With every line, the soul confides,
In the silent symphony of night.

Through the labyrinth of thoughts we roam,
Binding fragments of life and lore,
In creative writing, we find our home,
Endless possibilities to explore.