In the quiet corner of a crowded room,
Whispers of worlds yet unseen bloom,
Between the lines of ink and thought,
The universe of dreams is softly caught.
Each word a step on paths unknown,
Through valleys deep and mountains overgrown,
A journey framed by letters and lore,
Unlocking secrets, always more.
The rustle of pages, a symphony sweet,
Each turn a heartbeat, a rhythmic beat,
Stories unfold in the mind’s embrace,
We travel far without leaving our place.
In books, we find our soul’s reflection,
A mirror of life’s every inflection,
Reading, a voyage with no end in sight,
Illuminating darkness, igniting light.