Weavers Of World

[Sediq Minuz]

In the sacred realm of imagination, we dwell,
Where characters whisper secrets, and stories unfold to tell.
With pens that tremble with passion's fire,
We weave tapestries of worlds, our hearts' deepest desire.

Our minds ablaze with visions yet unknown,
We chase the muse, through tears and trials overgrown.
Through darkness and doubt, we find our way,
As plot twists unfold, night and day.

With every sentence, a piece of soul takes flight,
As we pour our hearts into the silent night.
The world outside recedes, and we are free,
To craft our masterpieces, wild and carefree.

So let us cherish this noble quest,
To breathe life into words, and put our dreams to rest.
For in the realm of fiction, we find our home,
Where imagination knows no bounds, and our hearts are never alone.

May our words be whispers of wisdom, laughter, and tears,
As we transport readers to realms both familiar and unclear.
And when the final page is turned, and our tale is told,
May the magic of our words remain, forever to unfold.
Pen of Light