**The Art of Words**
'' Holding silence, holding allure ''
By AbbasPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Lukas Blazek on Unsplash
A blank page waits, still and pure,
My pen hesitates, then makes its mark,
A journey ignites from a single spark.
Ink dances, glides with grace,
Capturing thoughts in a fleeting embrace.
Ideas spill, like a river's course,
A quiet surge, a steady force.
In each line, a truth unfurls,
Hidden worlds and secret pearls.
Words become the voice I seek,
Bringing strength where I felt weak.
With each stroke, the weight grows light,
My soul takes flight, into the night.
The page now full, my heart laid bare,
A part of me now lingers there.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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