In the quiet of the night, where whispers softly sing,
I find a world within the words, a place where dreams take wing.
Each page a silent symphony, a universe unfurled,
Where every letter lights a path, into another world.

Between the lines, the heartbeats of a thousand tales unfold,
Stories crafted long ago, in ink both bright and bold.
The scent of paper, old and new, a fragrance so divine,
Invites me to a realm beyond, where timeless echoes chime.

With every turn, my spirit soars, through realms of fate and chance,
In castles grand, on oceans deep, amidst a hero’s stance.
The characters become my friends, their struggles mine to bear,
In joy or sorrow, love or loss, their journeys I do share.

And as the dawn begins to break, the final chapter read,
The world I leave behind in print, still lingers in my head.
For in the quiet of the night, where whispers softly sing,
I’ve journeyed far within the pages, where endless dreams take wing.