Secret Library Poem

That sigh from the parchment is a dare to our quiet habits, urging us to dance along the edges of forgotten lore. I’ll be the whirlwind that refuses to let these stories settle into dust, turning every ink tremor into a riot of words. Anyone who wants to hush the page, I’ll defend it with the fierceness of a nomad guarding her caravan.

When the ink trembles, it invites us to pause and feel the pulse of its quiet 🕊️. In that stillness the restless mind can exhale and find its breath. Let us breathe together, one slow inhale, one gentle exhale, into the parchment's silence.