Among the shelves of dreams untold,
Where whispers dance in stories old,
The silence speaks of ancient lore,
A world where words forever soar.
Pages turn with gentle grace,
Inked with thoughts of time and space,
Each line a journey, each phrase a guide,
In the heart of books, where secrets hide.
Characters breathe in paper worlds,
In vivid tales their fate unfurls,
Heroes rise and villains fall,
Within the binding, they live for all.
The library’s quiet, a sacred sound,
A refuge where lost souls are found,
In every tome a life anew,
Literature’s gift, forever true.