In the quiet corners of a dusty room,
Where shadows of forgotten tales loom,
Words dance in the flickering light,
Breathing life into the silent night.
Each page a portal to distant lands,
Crafted by the gentle hands,
Of dreamers lost in time’s embrace,
Seeking solace in the written space.
The ink whispers secrets old and wise,
As the moonlight gently sighs,
Telling of heroes, love, and strife,
The endless tapestry of life.
Within these hallowed lines we find,
A mirror to the wandering mind,
A journey through the soul’s vast sea,
Literature’s eternal legacy.