“Books”

Books are lanterns in the attic gloom,  
Dusty spines that time forgot,  
Whispering worlds through every room,  
Ink and wonder, thought by thought.

Pages shiver with distant seas,  
Castles rise where shadows play—  
A thousand hearts in lines like these  
Still hoping you’ll be swept away.

Their covers hush with secret might,  
Maps to places never named,  
Magic glows in morning light  
Where dragons sleep and heroes tamed.

A finger traces margins wide,  
The scent of paper, musk and sage—  
Silent companions at your side,  
Unfolding tales from age to age.

O faithful keepers on my shelf,  
You lend me lives beyond my own—  
While I am here, and just myself,  
You turn the ordinary to unknown.

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