The Scent of Old Books
The Scent of Old Books
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.
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