The world between pages
Between the pages of a silent book,
Lies a world we choose to look.
A place where whispers turn to art,
And stories quietly touch the heart.
There, courage walks on fragile lines,
Hope grows softly between the signs.
Heroes rise, though fear is near,
And broken souls learn not to fear.
A reader enters, calm and still,
Yet leaves with thoughts that bend their will.
For every tale the pages share,
Plants unseen dreams everywhere.
Books do not shout; they simply stay,
Waiting for minds to drift their way.
And those who read begin to see
A deeper truth of what life can be.