In the digital dance of light and code,
Amidst the fleeting waves of data's flow,
Books stand as sentinels, unbowed,
Guardians of wisdom, in their silent abode.
In pages bound by ink and dreams,
Lies the essence of humanity's gleams,
Each word a whisper from ages past,
Guiding souls through time's vast expanse.
In the quiet corners where minds may roam,
Books beckon, calling us to come home,
To worlds unknown and tales untold,
Where imagination weaves its finest gold.
In the hush of a turning page,
Echoes the wisdom of a bygone age,
Each line a thread in life's rich tapestry,
Binding hearts in shared empathy.
Amidst the clamor of the digital sphere,
Books offer solace, drawing us near,
To the depths of our own inner seas,
Where truths lie waiting, like hidden keys.
So let us cherish these vessels of thought,
In a world where distraction is often sought,
For in the embrace of a well-loved tome,
Lies the essence of what it means to be home.
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