In the quiet halls where whispers sing,
Books breathe life to dreams untold,
Pages flutter like birds in spring,
Their stories weave in threads of gold.
A world where time stands still and waits,
Characters dance to the rhythm of thought,
Imagination opens heaven’s gates,
In every line, a universe is caught.
From ancient scrolls to digital screens,
Literature flows in endless streams,
A tapestry of woven dreams,
Guiding us through life’s shifting themes.
With every word, a new dawn breaks,
A timeless echo in the reader’s heart,
In literature’s embrace, the soul awakes,
Forever bound, never to part.