Stamps: Paper Trails Across Time; Perforations of the Soul

A world of wonder, small and bright,

A stamp's tiny canvas, a vibrant sight.

A bit of paper, a whispered page of lore,

A journey through history, forevermore.

Philately, a regal art, truly rare,

A passion monarchs and commoners share.

Where history's grand tapestry unfurls,

In tiny squares, revealing hidden worlds.

From lost kingdoms to revolutions won,

To heroes bold, beneath the rising sun.

Each stamp a window, a glimpse through time,

A frozen moment, a silent, treasured rhyme.

With tweezers held firm, and eyes so keen,

Collectors seek each faded shade and scene.

A penny red, a shimmering blue so deep,

In albums treasured, old narratives sleep.

From crowns and crests to ships that grandly sail,

And masterpieces told without a single fail.

A quiet quest, across the globe it takes,

Of culture, untold stories, and bonds it truly makes.

From Gandhi’s gentle smile to queens and stars,

To ancient lands, beyond forgotten wars.

Each page a map, each stamp a key,

Unlocking grand epochs, for all to see.

For every stamp, a new discovery starts,

A love for history ingrained in our hearts.

So here’s to philately, precise and true,

A boundless universe, always new.

To every collector, young and old,

Who cherishes stamps like stories to be told,

May this hobby live and grow,

In hearts inspired, forever aglow.

Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul