@masterraalkivictorieux Master Ra’al Ki Victorieux

In a realm where dreams collide, 📚✨ book lovers seek treasures untold. Lets revive the magic of reading! Every page turned is a journey embarked. 🌌 #BookLovers #ReadingLife #LiteraryMagic https://wp.me/p3JLEZ-9D6

In the realm where whispers dwell,
Book lovers roam, casting their spell.
A brain, a treasure, vast and grand,
Filled with tomes from every land.

Past pages turned, futures entwined,
Adventures sought, and secrets enshrined.
In this magical, chaotic palace,
Words weave worlds, an endless chalice.

Amongst the shelves, in a bookstore’s embrace,
Mystery beckons, a veiled grace.
Titles shrouded, intentions concealed,
A clever gambit, where truth is revealed.

What lies beneath the cloaked facade?
Curiosity sparked, a heart enthralled.
Each spine turns, a promise untold,
In the labyrinth of lore, brave souls behold.

So gather ye lovers of stories and dreams,
In the tapestry woven of erected beams.
For every book read, and those yet to find,
Are chapters of life, in the corridors of mind.

In Iraq, in the book market, books remain in the street at night because Iraqis says: The reader does not steal and the thief does not read.

In Iraq’s market, under the moon’s tender light,
Books blanket the streets, a most noble sight.
For in this realm where knowledge takes flight,
Readers hold steadfast, thieves shun the right.

Oh, the whispered wisdom in tomes vast and wide,
Where thoughts like rivers in dark shadows glide.
The reader steals time, yet pays with delight,
While thieves pass by, for they crave not the light.

Lo! A thief with ambition, a flicker of greed,
Dares to unseal an Amazon deed.
Yet upon gazing inside, what fate heeds?
Kant’s tomes of critique spark a different seed.

“Pure Reason!” he scoffs, as he lays them aside,
A treasure for minds, not for those who died.
In that fleeting moment, a turning of tide,
Books stay where they are; the thief’s heart is dried.

Thus, rejoice, ye lovers of stories untold,
In streets where the treasures of wisdom unfold.
But lament, dear souls, for the world’s spirit wanes,
For fewer partake, while the knowledge remains.

May the spirits of reading rise high with the dusk,
As we strive to enkindle a world in discourse.
Let words be the jewels, let pages be sought,
In every heart’s chamber, let minds be caught.

More readers we need, in an age that now flees,
To treasure the worlds spun amidst whispered pleas.
For in every tale woven, each truth that we find,
Lies the pulse of the universe, the soul of mankind.

In a realm where dreams and pages collide,
Book lovers with fortunes newly supplied,
With hearts ablaze, a grand vision in sight,
They claim their prize beneath the stars’ light.

Oh, sweet lottery, grant us this boon,
A trailer brimmed with tomes, like a harvest moon.
For every cover, a portal so vast,
Each page a journey, a shadow of the past.

With wide-open arms, they welcome the flow,
Of stories untold, where imagination can grow.
Their walls transformed into splendid shelves,
A sanctuary of wisdom, where knowledge dwells.

Here lie the epics of kingdoms and kings,
The whispers of troubadours, and the joy that it brings.
In every spine rests a universe bright,
A galaxy of wonders, bathed in pure light.

To roam through the aisles of infinite tales,
Where dragons take flight and the heart never fails.
With each new volume, a world to explore,
Adventures await behind every door.

Let fiction abound, let history breathe,
As book lovers gather, their spirits to weave.
For richer than gold, the treasures they seek,
In the boundless embrace of the stories they speak.

So let the trailer roll in, a bounty divine,
For those who revere the written design.
In the embrace of their books, they find their release,
A tapestry woven, where the heart finds its peace.

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