In the quiet embrace of turning pages,
Where whispered stories softly unfold,
I find a world beyond life’s cages,
A realm where dreams are told and retold.

Each line a bridge to distant lands,
Each word a spark of guiding light,
In tales spun by unseen hands,
I wander through day and night.

Characters dance in vivid hues,
Their voices echo in the mind,
In their struggles, joys, and blues,
A piece of my own soul I find.

Oh, the solace of a book’s embrace,
A sanctuary from time’s endless stream,
In reading, I find a gentle space,
Where life and fantasy gently seam.