In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispers of stories reside,
I find solace in the pages,
A world where dreams collide.

Each word a step, each line a path,
Leading me to lands unknown,
Through forests dense and oceans vast,
In books, my soul has grown.

The rustle of paper, a soothing sound,
As I turn each leaf with care,
In tales of old and new, I’m bound,
To places rich and rare.

With every book, a journey starts,
A voyage through space and time,
Reading, an art that fills our hearts,
In prose and poetic rhyme.