House of Books
paths lined by beautifully written word
to transport you into an unknown world
or relish while tethered to where you are
the fragrance and wind of lands afar
humor,history, fact or fiction housed under one roof
volumes of poetry for a dreamer and her muse
poets, authors,illustrators both alive and dead
beckoning for their work to be loved and read
a melting pot of several distinct eras and cultures
love pages embossed with ancient architecture
the smell of print,sweeter than any musk
keeps me hypnotized from dawn till dusk
the library, never fails to lure me like paradise
especially when it has heavenly Starbucks by its side.
Written on 06/17/2016
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