Shelves sit dusty, cobwebs drip down the ceiling The scent of old paper fills the air. She wanders between the bookcases Trailing a finger along rows of leather spines. One glows a shade of gold, and she halts before it, curious Pinching the spine and pulling the book free. Its yellowed pages slide open, and a bright light … Continue reading Library Of Dreams #poem #booknerd
Library Of Dreams #poem #booknerd
