In the quiet corners of my mind,
Words dance like shadows in the light,
They weave through thoughts, a gentle bind,
A tapestry of whispers in the night.

Each letter a note, each phrase a song,
A melody that carries dreams aloft,
In the embrace of words, I belong,
Their touch both tender and soft.

Words, like rivers, flow and bend,
Carving stories into the heart’s terrain,
With every syllable they mend,
The broken pieces of joy and pain.

In the silence, they find their voice,
A chorus of echoes, bold and free,
In their presence, I rejoice,
For words are the soul’s pure decree.