The Silent Keeper Of Dreams
In the heart of a dreaming man with chestnut eyes,
lies an empathetic soul, understanding deep and true.
His gaze, a silent whisper in the vast expanse of time,
Reflecting untold stories, each a melodious rhyme.
A huge library he guards, beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Where wisdom sleeps in books, row by endless row.
Each page an unknown world, each word a secret key,
Opening realms of thought, releasing captive ideas.
By flickering candlelight, man begins to write,
His pen a shadow dancing in the stillness of the night.
Ink meets parchment in a sacred and silent pact,
Giving life to the words in each deliberate act.
The library, a beacon, in the canvas of the night,
Illuminated by the dreamer, a symbol of understanding.
In the dance of shadows and the silence of books,
Magic stories linger in every corner.
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