In worlds of ink and paper bound,

Where stories live and dreams are found,

There lies a treasure worth its weight,

In books we read and contemplate.

With every page, we journey far,

To distant lands and shining stars,

Our minds set free, our spirits soar,

As we explore what lies in store.

But books are not meant to be owned,

Or kept within our hands alone,

For every tale that we adore,

Is richer when it’s shared and more.

The joy we feel, the lessons learned,

Are all the brighter when we’ve turned,

The pages with a friend or two,

And seen the world from their own view.

So let us read and let us share,

And spread the magic everywhere,

For books are gifts that we impart,

And treasures of the human heart.

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