Books

Oh book are you lonely?

Your stiff pages greet my hands,

Undisturbed is perhaps how they've been,

Am I the first to peal them apart?

In a corner of solitude, with orchestral sounds,

Not yet forgotten under this milky day,

But who is to say of the mind of tomorrow.

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