Opuss, Inspiration.

A place of new,
A place of old,
A place of secrets,
Told and untold.

A blank white room,
Empty, clear,
You can forget-
Everything here.

Lack of things,
No new words,
No thoughts flying,
Like lettered birds.

A place of still,
Tranquility,
A silent, quiet,
Pen-city.

A place for sound,
And secrets shared,
Reading and writing,
Together paired.

A bustling room,
Colours spilt,
Where words, ideas,
Will never wilt.

A place to move,
To scream by page,
A place to laugh,
And smile and rage.

A place of new,
A place of old,
A place of secrets,
Told and untold.