Books
In worlds of ink and paper, I find delight,
Where words dance gracefully, in soft moonlight.
A journey unfolds with each turn of the page,
A magical realm, where emotions engage.
The scent of the paper, a comforting embrace,
As I delve into stories, a serene and tranquil space.
Characters come alive, their voices I hear,
In the quiet of a library or a room, so dear.
Pages whisper secrets, tales untold,
As my imagination takes flight, bold and bold.
Through valleys of words, and mountains of prose,
A symphony of sentences, in harmony it flows.
In the cadence of paragraphs, a melody rings,
Each sentence a note, as my heart sings.
In the quietude of a tale well spun,
I find solace, my journey begun.
Rhymes of the storyteller, like a lullaby,
Wrap around my mind, as time goes by.
Adventures unfurl, like a vibrant bouquet,
In the garden of knowledge, I wander and sway.
With every chapter, a new friend I meet,
In the universe of books, my joy is replete.
The canvas of literature, painted so fine,
Stirs my senses, like aged wine.
So let me be lost in these pages, I pray,
Where the magic of reading takes my worries away.
In the realm of books, my soul takes flight,
A world of wonder, pure and bright.
Copyright © Ariana Pataki | Year Posted 2024
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