I am a keeper of untold tales,
A wanderer where moonlight pales.
With ink-stained hands and a restless mind,
I chase the stories others can't find.

My words are whispers, soft yet bold,
Binding dreams in lines of gold.
Love and loss, fate and fire,
Each verse a thread, each page desire.

Between the stars and silent seas,
I write of hearts and histories.
Not just an author, nor just a name,
But a soul that burns-a quill in flame.

For ink is endless, time runs fast,
Yet stories linger, meant to last.  💗🌻💗🌻