In the shadowed corners of a page,
Where whispers of ink softly speak,
Tales of longing and endless age,
In letters that the heart does seek.

Words dance upon the fragile lines,
In a waltz of dreams and fleeting time,
Binding souls with threads so fine,
Crafting worlds in rhythmic rhyme.

The gentle rustle of turning leaves,
Echoes of stories told and retold,
Lives entwined in what one believes,
In the warmth of pages, legends unfold.

Here in the sanctuary of written lore,
The universe expands in endless flight,
With every word, the spirit soars,
In the embrace of literature’s light.