Whispers in the Ink
Where Words Glow and Dreams Awaken
Come close, dear heart, the page is warm,
A universe of stars in still-frozen place.
Each word a spark, each line a flame,
A soft voice that speaks your name.
The moon is pen and ink, the sky a scroll of parchment,
Stories sleeping in the soul.
Wake them up now—your heart, the key,
Unseal the worlds you're meant to see.
Don't just be—start to feel,
Make each line actual to dream.
If magic or truth you pursue,
This poem waited just for you.
About the Creator
Saddique Khan
Saddique Khan is currently a third-year MBBS student residing in Peshawar, Pakistan. He is dedicated to the pursuit of medical knowledge and aspires to contribute meaningfully to the field of healthcare.
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