In realms of words, where hearts and minds entwine,
There lies a haven, prose's sacred shore,
Where thoughts and tales in harmony align,
To flourish, bloom, and so much more.
Prose, the canvas for minds to freely paint,
With strokes of eloquence, emotions pure,
A symphony of thoughts, no constraint,
In this realm of sharing, hearts find a cure.
Meaningful stories, like rivers, flow,
Through verdant valleys of imagination wide,
Where poets' verses, like gentle breezes blow,
And short tales in minds' tapestries reside.
Oh, Prose, you are the ink where dreams take flight,
In your embrace, we find our voice's might.