“A book is a gift you can open again and again.”
― Garrison Keillor
A whispered tale, a printed dream,
A book, a treasure, a vibrant gleam.
A gift bestowed, a heart's embrace,
A world unfolds in time and space.
Its pages turn, a gentle sigh,
Secrets unfold, beneath the sky.
A story starts, a journey's call,
A world of wonder, standing tall.
With every read, a new delight,
A touch of magic, pure and bright.
Each chapter fresh, a vibrant hue,
A book's a gift, eternally new.
From childhood dreams to grown-up fears,
It soothes the soul, dispelling tears.
A comfort found, a silent friend,
A book's a gift, that knows no end.
Again and again, you open wide,
Discovering worlds, side by side.
A constant friend, a guiding star,
A book's a gift, forever far.
So cherish well, this precious art,
A book's a gift, within the heart.
For in its pages, wisdom lies,
A world of wonder, beneath your eyes.
AKSHR
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