In a quiet room, where shadows play,
I open a book, and drift away.
The whispers of pages, a gentle call,
Into worlds unknown, I gladly fall.

The ink on paper, a timeless art,
Each word a whisper, touching the heart.
Through storms and sunshine, I travel far,
Under the guidance of a literary star.

In silent corners, secrets unfold,
Stories of heroes, brave and bold.
With every chapter, a new delight,
In the dance of words, I find my light.

So let the pages turn, and let me see,
The endless wonders of a written sea.
For in these books, I find my peace,
A world of dreams that will never cease.