Sisters of the Page

In the quiet of their chamber, two sisters nestle deep, Their dresses a tapestry of blue, a testament to their gentle sleep. With books in hand, they journey through the lines, Lost in the worlds that words create, their hearts entwine. The room around them fades, a soft, impressionist haze, As they read, their spirits in a shared, silent daze. The bed, a haven, cradles them in its wooden frame, A sanctuary of sisterhood, a bond that bears no shame. Their hats, a nod to tradition, a respect for the past, As they immerse themselves in stories that forever will last. In this moment, they are free, their imaginations soar, Together, in the world of words, they find their core. The painting, a window to their souls, a glimpse of their inner light, A celebration of sisterhood, a bond that shines so bright.