In the library, the pages turn,
The magic of unread stories, we yearn,
The gentle rustle, a soothing sound,
In this haven of books, we are bound.
Whispers of tales echo in the air,
Each book a treasure, beyond compare,
Mysterious worlds hidden within each tome,
In the library’s embrace, we find our home.
The scent of wisdom, old and sweet,
In the library, hearts skip a beat,
A symphony of knowledge, waiting to be heard,
In each whispered word, a truth is stirred.
A haven of knowledge, a sanctuary of dreams,
In the library, nothing is as it seems,
The gentle rustle, a chorus of desire,
In these hallowed halls, our spirits aspire.