In the quiet library’s embrace,
Where whispers of the past reside,
Stories dance on every shelf,
In their pages, worlds collide.

Through ancient tomes, wisdom flows,
Written by hands long gone,
Tales of courage, love, and woe,
In ink, their legacy drawn.

Leaf through the parchment, feel its age,
Each line a bridge to yesteryears,
A tapestry of thoughts and dreams,
Woven with joy, and sometimes tears.

In literature’s vast, endless sea,
We find ourselves, anew, reborn,
As words unlock the soul’s deep vault,
And guide us till the dawn.