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Sep 20
My books are my dearest friends,
Whispering the stories of life to me each day.
Keep growing, never accept defeatβ€”
The true mark of a sincere soul, they say.

They tell me many tales and secrets deep,
I spend my days immersed in their embrace.
Sharing meals with them, falling asleep close by,
In their comfort, I find my peaceful space.

My books are treasures beyond all measure,
Guiding me to prepare for victory’s call.
With love profound, they enrich my soul,
A priceless giftβ€”the greatest gift of all.
I am always happy with my books πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š
Written by
Usha  39/F/Mumbai
(39/F/Mumbai)   
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