The Magic

In a quiet corner of this bustling town,

Where knowledge blossoms and dreams are found,

There lies a haven, serene and serene,

Where treasures await, the realm of books, unseen.

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Rows upon rows, a symphony of spines,

Whispers of wisdom, tales divine,

In these pages reside worlds untold,

Characters immortal, their stories unfold.

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From old classics with gilded covers,

To fantasies alive, enchanting lovers,

Books come alive, like a magic potion,

Immersing us in realms of emotion.

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Adventure awaits, on every page turned,

Where heroes rise, and lessons are learned,

With each word read, a universe expands,

Igniting our minds, like small sparks in hands.

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Travel to lands far beyond our reach,

Climb mountains high, paddle on an endless beach,

With books as allies, we journey afar,

Exploring mysteries, no matter who we are.

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Through Shakespeare’s verses or Austen’s wit,

Monuments built by poets who transmit,

Emotions and thoughts in eloquent lines,

Capturing hearts and transcending time.

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Within their folds, friendship takes root,

As we meet characters with stories to boot,

Their triumphs and struggles, we make our own,

Bound together forever, even when alone.

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The library whispers, a sanctuary of dreams,

With shelves filled with tales, bursting at the seams,

So let us indulge, losing ourselves in those nooks,

For magic lies within the pages of books.