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.