Whispers Between Pages

In the corner,

where shadows play,

a boy sits,

wrapped in stillness.

His poetry books

hold life’s lore,

each quiet word

unlocking unseen doors.

The sun dips

with golden rays,

lighting gentle realms

of dreams he knew.

Adventures etched in

ink and rhyme

stretch far beyond

the bounds known.

He reads seas

that glitter, roar,

and mountains kissed

by drifting clouds.

His heart leaps

with falcon flight;

his soul settles

in starlit calm.

A stanza hums

of love’s embrace;

another whispers

fate’s fleeting trace.

Each poem forms

a fragile bridge

from where he’s

been to becoming.

His eyes shine,

a beacon’s flame;

in every story

he carves presence.

Binding his spirit

to tales untold,

to truths burning,

to dreams golden.

The books breathe

and softly sing

of daring quests

and gentle hope.

Between the pages

he finds place—

a realm holding

endless wonder’s space.

He reads on

as twilight bends,

a journey flowing

without clear end.

Immersed in poetry,

life’s turning spins,

the boy becomes

the story within.

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