The Scent of Old Books

03 May 2025

In corners dim where shadows dance,
The scent of old books holds a trance.
Pages yellowed, edges frayed,
Secrets of the past conveyed.

A symphony of aged delight,
Leather, ink, and wisdom's light.
Whispers of bygone days resound,
In every musty, well-worn bound.

Turn the leaves and breathe it in,
Where history and dreams begin.
The fragrance of a tale once told,
A timeless scent, forever bold.