In the quiet corners of the mind,
Words dance gently, unconfined.
They whisper secrets, tales untold,
In shadows where dreams unfold.
Like leaves upon the autumn air,
They drift with grace, beyond compare.
Each syllable a fleeting kiss,
A melody of timeless bliss.
Through storms of thought, they bravely sail,
Crafting stories that never pale.
In the heart’s deep, hidden streams,
Words weave the fabric of our dreams.
Let them wander, let them fly,
Painting colors across the sky.
In every silent, sacred pause,
Words find their meaning, just because.