Come to me Be my words In the void of the page, I find my muse's call, Echoes of silence, begging words to sprawl. Infinite possibilities, a canvas pure and white, Where dreams take flight, in the still of the night. Come, let us dance upon this parchment bare, With ink as our guide, weaving tales with care. Each stroke, a heartbeat, a whisper in the wind, As our souls intertwine, a story begins to ascend. In the depths of imagination, we shall roam, Exploring realms unknown, making words our home. Together we'll journey, across the boundless sea, In a symphony of verses, where our spirits roam free. So take my hand, and let our verses intertwine, In the tapestry of time, where our dreams align. For in the realm of poetry, we find our truest voice, As we paint the world with words, and in them, rejoice. GR kaviyoor 06 05 2024