The Magic of Books
The Magic of Books
In quiet corners, stacked with care,
A world of wonders lingers there.
Bound in leather, cloth, or thread,
A thousand voices, pages spread.
They whisper secrets, old and new,
Of lands beyond the skies so blue.
Heroes rise, and kingdoms fall,
Between the lines, we see it all.
A single page, a grand escape,
A dragon's breath, a silken cape.
The echoes of a poet’s rhyme,
The ticking hands of distant time.
With every book, a door swings wide,
To journey far, to stand with pride.
No need for wings, nor golden key,
Just turn a page—set your mind free.
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