In quiet halls, the wise gather to grow,
Their hands turn pages, dreams begin to show.
From screens to seeds, the knowledge gently flows,
Each lesson learned, a blossoming to know.
Among the shelves, a myriad of light,
The flicker of the mind, the heart takes flight.
From garden blooms to code that sparks the night,
In every course, a journey pure and bright.
In whispered pages, futures softly bloom,
A haven found within the library's womb.
From ancient lore to modern, boundless room,
In every word, a hint of life's perfume.
Andragogy's gift, a timeless thread,
Connecting hearts, where countless minds are fed.
- Author: gray0328 ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2024 13:16
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
Comments1
Beautiful words in tribute to a holy place, the library of wisdom. Lovely
Thanks Soren, I appreciate your generous feedback
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