In the hush of the evening glow, I find,
A world of wonders in the pages confined,
Each word a note in the silent symphony,
Telling tales of love, loss, and mystery.

The rustle of paper, a soft, whispered song,
Pulls me into realms where I truly belong,
With every turn, a new adventure begins,
A dance of letters on the fragile skins.

Characters come alive in my mind’s eye,
Heroes rise, and villains slyly lie,
Their struggles and triumphs, I deeply feel,
As the lines between reality and fiction unseal.

In the solace of books, my soul finds peace,
A refuge where all my worries cease,
For in the quiet company of written words,
I discover the power of stories unheard.