Journal

In pages blank, a world unfolds, Where secrets whispered, tales retold, A sanctuary beneath the quill, A silent space, where hearts distill. Ink meets paper, a timeless dance, A journal's grace, a lover's trance, Thoughts unspoken find their voice, In the quietude, where we rejoice. In every stroke, a story weaves, Of joy, of loss, of hidden leaves, Emotions penned in midnight's hush, In the journal's pages, hearts blush. Dreams take flight on paper's wing, Where every voice is free to sing, The innermost truths, both bright and dark, Find solace within the journal's arc. A chronicle of days gone by, Where tears are shed, where angels fly, In whispered words, we find release, Ink-stained confessions, sweet release. Through every line, the soul lays bare, Its hopes, its fears, its tender care, The journal listens without a sigh, A faithful friend, until we die. So, let the pen forever glide, In the journal's depth, we confide, A timeless tale of life, unspun, In the sacred art of being one.