Posted November 9th, 2017 by SilverMoon
November 9th, 2017
this is from the summer; its kind of a scrap as in its not necessarily properly completed , but I liked what I had so I decided to post it. On iPad so no formatting. Edit when I get home from school.
a tome well worn and weary,
spine tattered from love and learning
pages turning in that satisfying song,
smell crisp and potent as the day it first opened
crinkled pages, coffee stains, words faded away with age
and what thought the reader? who traversed these pages first
caressing lines and paragraphs with highlighter
and what was the reader? to highlight such lines as these
revealing their inner thoughts by which words caught their eyes
and you felt kinship with that reader who possessed this novel first
the words connecting two strangers who met only in thoughts
for this books sold secondhand are yet more valuable than those new.
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