Library

Yes, they're books... pristine world in hushed looks scent of soundless leather glittering rows and rows crowded close together. unread words gather dust archived layers preserve worn out pages of trust. We can search it quick with Google click four walls of library, do we need when we've Alexa arithmetic? Yet time flies when we're hanging around this paradise of tranquil island in a vast sea of knowledge unbound. Your eyes read in susurrus desire and suddenly while searching, you stop... picking a book that you didn't require ! 16th July 2021 Sponsor Emile Pinet Contest Name A 3-6-9 Poem