In the hushed corridors where whispers dwell,
Rows of stories in silence swell,
Beneath the gaze of ancient tomes,
The library breathes with gentle loams.

Each shelf a portal to worlds untold,
Where dreams of yore and futures unfold,
Between the covers of every book,
Lies a universe for those who look.

Shadows dance in the candle’s glow,
Illuminating secrets from long ago,
The scent of paper, a timeless grace,
A refuge found in this sacred space.

Here, the clock’s hand forgets to move,
As knowledge weaves its gentle groove,
In this temple of thought, souls unite,
Seeking solace in the library’s light.