In the heart of a city, a sacred space exists,
Where whispers of pages meet the silence of minds,
Shelves like sentinels, guarding tales untold,
A library, where every soul finds its kind.

Sunlight dances through the dust of ancient tomes,
Each book a portal to worlds far and near,
Under the spell of words, we wander and roam,
In the quietude, our dreams become clear.

Among the rows of wisdom, we lose and find,
The echoes of history, the promise of lore,
Bound by bindings, yet free in the mind,
A sanctuary where knowledge is the core.

Time stands still as we delve deep within,
The library’s embrace, ever warm and wide,
A refuge from the chaos, the noise, the din,
Here, in this haven, our spirits abide.