In the shadowed corners of a dusty room,
Lie tales untold, wrapped in paper’s gloom.
Whispers of journeys, of heroes bold,
In ink and parchment, their legends unfold.

A symphony of words, a dance of thought,
Each page a realm where dreams are caught.
Through ancient tomes and stories anew,
Literature breathes, and worlds accrue.

Beneath the stars, beneath the sky,
Stories of laughter, of tears, and sighs.
Bound by the spine, yet free to soar,
In every line, a heart to explore.

Oh, the magic that the pages weave,
In every book, a soul to believe.
The timeless echo of the written word,
In literature’s arms, our spirits are stirred.