@Atool

In a world where words weave dreams,
Atool, the poem lover, beams,
With every verse, his heart does flutter,
In the realm of poems, he finds no clutter.

Chaedam, the writer, with pen in hand,
Crafts stories like castles in the sand,
Her words, a symphony, so pure and bright,
In her lines, Atool finds his light.

One day, their paths crossed like fate,
In a library, near the...