Dusty pages breathe in sunrise hue
Ink stains map the roads I knew
Finger traces edges soft and true
Morning writes a verse anew
Clock hands pause on wooden floor
Light spreads slow across the board
Heart beats steady calm not sore
Dreams align with morning's roar
Leather notebook watches dawn
Pages turn while shadows yawn
Sunlight stitches every seam
We stay quiet lost in dream
Bus route hums beneath the eaves
Polaroid frames the cracks in leaves
Notebook holds the routes we weave
Morning ink never deceives
Clock hands pause on wooden floor
Light spreads slow across the board
Heart beats steady calm not sore
Dreams align with morning's roar
Leather notebook watches dawn
Pages turn while shadows yawn
Sunlight stitches every seam
We stay quiet lost in dream
Attic beams catch floating dust
Camera lens adjusts a must
Notebook breathes no need to rush
Sun writes lines in gold and rust
Two voices trade the quiet page
One recalls the midnight stage
Other sings the coming age
Together turn the sunlit cage
Leather notebook watches dawn
Pages turn while shadows yawn
Sunlight stitches every seam
We stay quiet lost in dream
Final bus pulls out at noon
Notebook rests its watch done soon
Photos stacked a quiet tune
Morning ends the night’s cartoon
Leather notebook watches dawn
Pages turn while shadows yawn
Sunlight stitches every seam
We stay quiet lost in dream
Leather cover closes light retreats
Camera rests on wooden seats
Sun slips down the attic street
Quiet hums where memory meets