In the quiet corridors where stories sleep,
Pages whisper secrets in gentle breath,
Shadows dance with tales they keep,
In the library’s embrace, defying death.

Silent echoes of pens long stilled,
Words crafted in the fires of thought,
Each volume a universe, dreams fulfilled,
A sanctuary where wisdom’s sought.

Chairs tucked in corners, inviting rest,
Minds wander to lands unknown,
In this haven, we find our quest,
Through written worlds, our souls are grown.

So let us linger in this sacred space,
Among the tomes where whispers play,
A refuge where time has no trace,
In the library’s arms, we choose to stay.