Paper Windows

The pen is mightier than the sword

Words wield it as

An ink and paper symphony

Molding minds, forming worlds

Giving a taste for



And no restriction

From opening gateways, revealing doors

To countless new possibilities

And wondrously strange dimensions

Words create emotion

No generic happy, sad, or mad, but




Words are music to dance through pages

Among black and white beings

Given life by their song

Enfolding the mind and sweeping it away

Carried along by the gentle flow

Stretching the limits of

Imagination and reality

The End

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