Books, oh books, what treasures you hold,
Pages filled with stories, new and old.
Your words transport us to different worlds,
Where we can be kings, queens, and bold.
You hold secrets and knowledge unknown,
Each page a journey to call our own.
From romance to adventure, history to myth,
Your stories capture our hearts like a sown.
You are a refuge from the chaos of life,
A portal to escape and be free from strife.
You bring us solace in our darkest nights,
And fill our souls with hope and light.
Your covers hold promises of new beginnings,
And the chance to explore life's endless innings.
With you in hand, we can conquer anything,
For you hold the power to transform everything.
Books, oh books, you are a treasure indeed,
A world of magic, waiting to be freed.
May we always cherish your pages and read,
And never let your beauty go unnoticed or unheeded.
About the Creator
Arish Ali
The world is yours!
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic5 days ago in Fiction
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