In the Library
Flip, Flip
I hear nothing but the sound of turning pages
That much too familiar fragrance
of old, yellowed papers
See nothing but marvels, hidden within sheets..
Sheets filled with ink that once dripped from gifted minds.
Tears fall on influencing words;
Legs go numb standing for hours..
Eyes bore into tales of fantasy,
longing to be pulled into them.
I go places,
Places the fastest legs cannot reach..
Places the sharpest eyes cannot seek
Wizards, Heroes, Giants and Dragons dance around in my mind,
Creatures for childhood companions.
Shelves are filled with ancient treasures,
A treat for readers..
Never contented -
As they say - I was born with a reading list I will never finish…
I am at the library...
I am at home.
My mother challenged me to write this without using the word ‘books’
Copyright © Sneha Rv | Year Posted 2015
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