Let’s Read

The love so old

Apprising a story untold


The scent of joy

Young time cannot destroy


The yellow tint

On the vanishing print


Behold the limitless bundle of glee.


The fragile touch

That doesn’t matter much


The pored side

ageless beauty justified


The weakened bind

Evincing the change left behind


Define the existence of a beautiful reality.



A thoughtful piece of art

Penned to be the class apart

A plethora of knowledge so free

For all seeking mastery

Your touch is a magical solace

Between your pages I find my special place

To satiate the growing glorious glutinous greed

Come, let us all



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