“Reading”

In the lamplight’s golden glimmer,  
Paper ships begin to sail—  
Worlds unfurl from dusty pages,  
Stories ride a whispered gale.  

A castle blooms behind my eyelids,  
Dragons curl around the spine,  
Ink-born heroes softly beckon,  
Crooked clocks ignore the time.  

Syllables like seeds are scattered  
In the furrows of my mind;  
I grow forests in the margin,  
Find lost kingdoms left behind.  

Pages flutter, wings of wonder,  
Into canvas bright and new,  
Every book a boundless portal,  
Every chapter—something true.  

So I wander, swift and quiet,  
Through the shadows, bright and deep;  
Reading is a secret journey  
Words have planted while I sleep.

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