In the hush of the library at close,
The stories breathe, the tales repose,
Whispers of wisdom in the silent aisles,
Where adventures sleep and dreams compile.
The books find peace as the doors shut tight,
Their covers closed, they bid goodnight,
Imagination lingers in the empty space,
Awaiting the touch of a new reader’s embrace.
The shelves stand tall, holding secrets within,
Their spines aligned, a colorful skin,
Pages filled with laughter, sorrow, and glee,
Yearning to share what they long to be.
Serenity descends as the lights grow dim,
Characters pause in their fictional whim,
A symphony of silence in this literary shrine,
A sanctuary for tales, an ode to the divine.