To guide a pen, you need paper,
A canvas for thoughts to flow,
Ink spills like rivers, bold and free,
Tracing paths where words can grow.
To guide a poet, you need a dream,
A vision that glimmers in night’s quiet gleam,
A whisper of hope, a song unsung,
A journey where heart and soul become one.
In the dance of pen and poet’s fire,
Paper and dreams are the muse’s choir,
Each line a step, each verse a breath,
Crafting life from the silence of death.
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