In the quiet corner of a sunlit room,
A world unfolds beneath my gaze,
Pages whisper secrets of distant lands,
As I journey through time and space.
Words dance like leaves in autumn’s breath,
Each line a river flowing through my mind,
Characters come alive in vibrant hues,
Their tales entwined with mine.
The scent of paper and ink fills the air,
A comforting balm to the restless soul,
In these boundless worlds, I find my peace,
A sanctuary where stories unfold.
With every turn of the page, I am reborn,
In the tapestry of fiction and truth,
For in the world of books, I truly live,
Where dreams take flight and whispers soothe.