Words
In a realm of words, where thoughts do dwell.
Where fastidious minds their thoughts do mold,
And within their words, mysteries unfold.
In the fields of thought, where dreams do roam,
Creativity dances, free to comb.
Where playful thoughts gamboled in the night,
Under the stars, shining bright with light.
Maundering minds, lost in their maze,
Wandering through the nebulous haze.
Seeking clarity in the depths of thought,
Where ideas and visions intertwine, caught.
Through winding paths of imagination's bower,
Words bloom like flowers in springtime's hour.
Each line a thread in the fabric of creation,
Woven with care, with meticulous dedication.
So let the ink flow, let the words soar,
In the vast expanse of the mind's grand store.
For in this dance of thought and word,
Lies the beauty of a world, yet to be heard.