Upon this simple, whitewashed stage,
A canvas blank, a sample page,
Where dreams unfurl in silent rage,
And thoughts take flight beyond the cage.
Here ink will dance in swirling streams,
Weaving stories, crafting dreams,
With whispered words and silent screams,
In twilight’s soft, ethereal beams.
Each letter formed, each sentence spun,
A journey starts, a tale begun,
Beneath the gaze of setting sun,
Where every soul and heart are one.
On this sample page, we find,
A mirror to the wandering mind,
With endless paths and ties that bind,
In realms of prose and verse combined.
The quiet hum of pen on sheet,
A symphony so soft, discreet,
Where worlds converge and time retreats,
And every ending is bittersweet.
So let the words flow, unrestrained,
On this blank page, our thoughts ordained,
With joy, with sorrow, love, and pain,
In written lines, forever framed.