**When Pen Touches Paper**

When pen touches paper, worlds unfold,

In every line, a story told.

The ink spreads wide, like rivers flow,

Through fields of thought where dreams will grow.

A single stroke, a silent start,

Begins the journey from the heart.

Each curve, each loop, a soul’s design,

Tracing paths both bold and fine.

The page, once empty, now takes flight,

With whispered truths and silent might.

A spark of life in black and white.

And so it lives, the moment pure—

A dance of ink, a thought secure.