In the whispering pages of ancient tomes,
Lies a world where dreams take flight,
Where ink and parchment weave their homes,
In the quiet solace of the night.

Through tales of yore and future’s gaze,
We traverse realms both near and far,
In literature’s intricate maze,
We find who we truly are.

The poets’ verses, the authors’ prose,
A symphony of thoughts profound,
In every line, a story grows,
In every word, new worlds are found.

So let us dive into the sea,
Of boundless creativity,
For in the heart of literature,
We find our true identity.