In the realm of woven words, I find my muse, A tapestry of thoughts, emotions to infuse. The pen, a magic wand, creates a dance, A symphony of letters in a rhythmic trance.
Lines unfurl like tendrils of a vine, Climbing the walls of time, forever to entwine. Metaphors and similes paint vivid scenes, A world of beauty, bursting at the seams.
From depths of heart, to heights of mind, In this tangled labyrinth, I seek and find. Each verse, a snapshot of the soul’s intent, Capturing whispers of truth, moments well spent.
So, let the ink flow, let the parchment sing, For in every poem, a piece of me takes wing.
