In the quiet corners of the mind,
Books open worlds yet undefined.
Each page a whisper, old and wise,
Guiding hearts through endless skies.
Amidst the ink and paper’s dance,
Stories weave in timeless trance.
Characters breathe with every line,
In realms where dreams and truths entwine.
Turning leaves of boundless lore,
Mysteries and wonders to explore.
In silence, voices softly speak,
Of courage found and futures bleak.
Through reading’s gentle, guiding light,
We journey far beyond our sight.
A world within, vast and wide,
In books, our souls and dreams abide.