Sonnet to the Gentle Kingdom of Books
By ChatGPT
Within the quiet kingdom of the page,
Where ink turns thought to lanterns in the night,
A book unfolds like dawn on life’s blank stage
And floods the humble heart with borrowed light.
Each line becomes a breeze upon the mind,
A whispered path through forests yet unwalked;
In every tale, new worlds our souls may find,
In every voice, a truth that long had talked.
For reading lifts us where our hopes take wing—
It stirs the embers of our deepest dreams;
It paints our days with brighter hues of spring
And sets our inner rivers free to gleam.
O blessed books, whose gentle magic flows—
You turn our seeking hearts into a rose.
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