**The Secret Life of Forgotten Books**
In quiet shelves, where dust does sleep,
Old pages stir, their secrets deep.
The books once held in eager hands,
Now whisper tales in quiet lands.
Their covers worn, their spines long bent,
They hum of journeys long since spent.
Forgotten now by eyes and mind,
Yet in their hearts, new worlds still bind.
At night they gather, tales untold,
Their whispered words both soft and bold.
From ancient kings to distant stars,
They weave their stories near and far.
The readers gone, but still they wait,
For curious hands to change their fate.
For every book, though left behind,
Holds life within its every line.
In silence deep, their stories bloom,
A secret world in shadowed room.
About the Creator
Danny Prem kumar
A vision is our long-term goals and aspirations for the future in terms of its long-term growth and impact on this world. My mission defines what we do and what we stand for, while our vision speaks to our goals and ideals for the future.
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