The Bookstore

by Goldie on June 1, 2014

in Uncategorized

Bound books on wooden shelves
Whisper their mysteries;
Paths unexplored,
Memories tapped,
And songs refrained.

The scent of old paper
And new
Tumbles through the air
And taunts,
“Open me
And grow”

5/27/2014

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