In the heart of the city, a quiet place,
A sanctuary of silence, a gentle grace,
Where stories whisper from pages worn,
And knowledge blooms, forever reborn.

Shelves that hold the world’s vast lore,
From ancient myths to futuristic core,
Each book a portal, each word a key,
To a realm of wonder, boundless and free.

The scent of paper, the rustle of pages,
Echoes of wisdom from ages to ages,
A refuge for minds to wander and dream,
In the library’s embrace, ideas stream.

Here, in this haven, thoughts take flight,
Under the soft glow of the reading light,
A place where the soul finds its voice,
In the library’s hush, we all rejoice.