In realms of ink and parchment's grace,
A world of wonder takes its place.
Within the covers, secrets reside,
Inscribed on pages, worlds collide.
Books, the portals to distant lands,
Where dreams are woven by nimble hands.
They hold the power to captivate,
To elevate and educate.
With every turn, a story unfolds,
Imagination's gate it holds.
Characters dance upon the stage,
Their lives and trials, a written page.
Adventure calls from ancient tome,
Whispering secrets in every poem.
Myriad voices, both loud and hushed,
Their wisdom shared, forever brushed.
From dusty shelves to crowded nooks,
Each volume holds a thousand looks.
They bear the weight of history's might,
And kindle flames in darkest night.
Through tales of love, of loss, of strife,
Books breathe, they thrive, they shape our life.
They teach us empathy and grace,
And offer solace in any place.
From humble classics to modern prose,
In libraries, they find repose.
Their words, a balm for weary souls,
A refuge where the heart consoles.
So let us cherish these bound treasures,
Our guides, our friends, our endless pleasures.
For in the realm of ink and thought,
Books light the path that we have sought.
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