In the library of dreams, whispers softly glide,
Pages turn with secrets that the night confide.
Ink flows like rivers on parchment plains,
Telling tales of love, loss, and endless gains.

Between the lines, worlds collide and blend,
Characters breathe, their stories never end.
A tapestry of thoughts woven with care,
Each chapter a portal, a world to share.

Shadows dance in the candle’s gentle light,
As authors’ voices echo through the night.
Verses crafted with passion’s gentle hand,
Building bridges to realms so grand.

Through literature’s embrace, we find our way,
In its depths, we wander, night and day.
A timeless voyage on a sea of ink,
Where every word invites us to think.