Under the scurry of racing feet 👣, where sole-ful stories meet, A thousand tales are subtly met 📚. Eyes flicker, some pause, some hide, Each a book written in shadow and gray, with plots that are a real page-turner 📖. A child holds tight a deflating balloon 🎈, Her laughter a song that too soon is undone, popping like a bubble of joy 🎉. By her side, a man with face of care 🤕, Carries dreams entombed in time's...