© Christine ft ChrisDuke Day 048/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #inkblotsanctum Oasis of Ink In silence, I wander through pages and trees, Observing the whispers of nature’s soft breeze. With thoughts like wildflowers, I keep them inside, A world of my own, where my only heart can abide. The echoes of human laughter, the constant chatter I hear, Yet I find comfort in notes, where my voice feels clear. They call me a writer, a speaker of grand, It isn't true, but I cherish the moments I pen with my hand. Why spend fleeting hours in a whirlwind of sound, When thoughts wrapped in ink leave a legacy found? For in every word, a connection can bloom, A reader’s life in the quietest room. I escape through lines, paragraphs and words, Truth and imagination flows in inks and strokes in quiet herds. As treasure beyond measures stays hidden, Waiting for discovery, a value worth bidden. Be it for my soul, be it for my body, be it for my sanity, I will drown in the white pages of peace and clarity. Every bath cleanses the mind from harsh reality, Leaving a fragrance of inspiration and sagacity.