*The Bookworm’s World* In corners quiet, I find my space, Among the pages, I drift in grace.
A book in
hand, a world to roam, Each story takes me far from home. With every turn, a new surprise, A universe
beneath my eyes. I meet new friends, both brave and true, And walk through lands where skies are blue.
Through ancient cities, castles grand, I travel far across the land. I fight alongside knights of old, In tales
of magic, fierce and bold. I sail the seas with pirate crew, In search of treasure, skies so blue. I soar on
wings, both fast and free, A dragon's heart belongs to me. Each book a window, each word a door, A
treasure trove, a sacred store. A lifetime lived in tales untold, In every chapter, I unfold. The quiet rustle
of a page, The written word, a boundless stage. In ink and paper, I find my way, To kingdoms bright, to
skies of gray. In quiet corners, I do not stray, For books are worlds where I can stay. With every story, I am
found, A bookworm’s joy, a love unbound. I do not seek the world outside, For in these pages, I confide.
The heroes call, the villains sneak, In every line, adventure’s peak. So let me be, with book in hand, A
traveler in a boundless land. For in the world of ink and rhyme, I find my peace, I lose all time. With
every tale, my heart does soar, A bookworm’s life is never poor. In stories rich, I live and grow, For in
these pages, I shall glow.
