In the quiet embrace of wooden aisles,
Dust dances in the golden light,
Shelved worlds await with gentle smiles,
As whispers guide the curious flight.

Pages flutter like ancient wings,
Each word a key to hidden lore,
Where silence softly sings
Of tales untold and hearts explored.

Shadows stretch beneath the glow,
Of lamps that guard the woven dreams,
In corners where ideas grow,
And time flows gently in the streams.

Here lies a haven for the soul,
A sanctuary beyond the mundane,
Where stories mend and make us whole,
In the library’s eternal domain.