In the quiet corners of ancient tomes,
Where ink meets paper in silent embrace,
Stories dance in whispered tones,
A timeless journey through endless space.
Pages yellowed with the kiss of age,
Hold secrets of lives long past,
Each word a key to wisdom’s cage,
Unlocking echoes that forever last.
Verses penned with fervent heart,
Bind souls across the span of time,
Literature, the eternal art,
Weaving thoughts in rhythmic rhyme.
In every book, a world anew,
Bound by spines yet unconfined,
A symphony of the old and true,
Where hearts and minds forever bind.