#UnopenedPageIn twilight halls of learning's keep,
A sentinel of wisdom lies asleep,
Forgotten tome, with pages gray,
Dusty relic of a bygone day.

Once cherished, now cast aside,
This book yearns for a reader's tide,
To stir its words, to breathe its fire,
And fan the flames of heart's desire.

Its leather cover, cracked and worn,
Conceals the tales of lives unborn,
The whispers of a thousand...