Symphony of words

In a library's hush, where knowledge resides,

A tapestry of roses, in the air, it hides,

With books as companions, stories untold,

The scent of roses, like memories, unfold.

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A glass of red wine, beside a leather-bound tome,

In this haven of letters, we find our home,

The crimson elixir, a sip of delight,

Enhancing the prose, with each sip of the night.

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And as the pages whisper, a silent violin,

In this symphony of words, where we begin,

The mellifluous notes, like a soft, gentle stream,

We lose ourselves, in the world of a dream.

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In the library's embrace, where time takes flight,

The scent of roses, the wine's sweet invite,

With the violin's song, we're lost in the spin,

In this literary haven, where stories begin.

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