Monday, March 17, 2014

"The Library" original poem by me

"The Library"  

Behold the stacks
with warmth and solace,
each book filled with-
adventure and golden promise.

Aromas of memories-
childhood and more
next shelf opens mind-
threshold and lore.

Hours spent-
nose in book
with each-
quest undertook.

 It's comfortable
to be in the warm arms-
of literary influenced
lore and yarns.

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