The Library of Time

Morning light through painted glass.
Marble whispers as shadows pass.
Every staircase knows each name,
though centuries have changed the same.

Golden silence fills the air.
History is waiting there.
Dust may sleep on leather skin,
but every page still breathes within.

Every page remembers.
Every word survives.
Inside these endless shelves
the whole world stays alive.

Kings and dreamers.
Wars and poetry.

Every heartbeat leaves a line...
inside the Library of Time.

Maps once showed an unknown sea.
Letters crossed eternity.
Faded ink and broken seals
still remember how love feels.

Every language finds a home.
No one truly stands alone.
Hands grow old...
but stories never do.

Listen...
Can you hear the turning page?

It sounds the same...
in every age.

One small whisper.
One new soul.
Another story...
made whole.

Every page remembers.
Every dream survives.
Beyond the passing years
our voices stay alive.

When the world forgets...
these walls remain.

Holding yesterday...
until tomorrow calls again.