In the corner,
where shadows play,
a boy sits,
wrapped in stillness.

His poetry books
hold life’s lore,
each quiet word
unlocking unseen doors.

The sun dips
with golden rays,
lighting gentle realms
of dreams he knew.

Adventures etched in
ink and rhyme
stretch far beyond
the bounds known.

He reads seas
that glitter, roar,
and mountains kissed
by drifting clouds.

His heart leaps
with falcon flight;
his soul settles
in starlit calm.

A stanza hums
of love’s embrace;
another whispers
fate’s fleeting trace.

Each poem forms
a fragile bridge
from where he’s
been to becoming.

His eyes shine,
a beacon’s flame;
in every story
he carves presence.

Binding his spirit
to tales untold,
to truths burning,
to dreams golden.

The books breathe
and softly sing
of daring quests
and gentle hope.

Between the pages
he finds place—
a realm holding
endless wonder’s space.

He reads on
as twilight bends,
a journey flowing
without clear end.

Immersed in poetry,
life’s turning spins,
the boy becomes
the story within.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

A quiet tribute to a boy who finds himself in the worlds between pages — where ink becomes adventure, truth softens the shadows, and every line opens a doorway to wonder.

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