
In the quiet corners of a dusty library,
Where whispers of ancient pages reside,
Words dance with the light of forgotten candles,
Telling tales of worlds yet to discover.
The ink-stained paths of wisdom unfold,
Through verses wrapped in mysteryâs embrace,
Each line a key to open doors,
To realms where dreams and reality entwine.
Characters breathe, their hearts alive,
Within the confines of bound leather and thread,
They beckon with voices soft and clear,
Inviting us to share their endless stories.
So let us wander these hallowed aisles,
Embracing the echoes of timeless lore,
For in the world of literatureâs embrace,
We find ourselves, and so much more.