In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
A book in hand, I find my place.
Words dance softly across the page,
Unfolding stories of every age.

Through realms of magic and distant lands,
I wander, guided by unseen hands.
Each sentence a step, each chapter a door,
Leading to adventures forevermore.

The scent of paper, the whispering ink,
Draw me deeper, inviting me to think.
Characters breathe with vibrant life,
Their joys, their sorrows, their endless strife.

When shadows fall and stars ignite,
I read beneath the pale moonlight.
In books, I find a world so wide,
Where endless dreams and hopes reside.