A lifetime of books that fill my mind.
The words are waterfalls down the pages, Fluidly descriptive of time and place; Pieces of text from different ages, The words finding meaning in their own space. They live in the books within the covers And tell their stories of life through the years .. Of family, friends and long-lost lovers, Of lifetime experience, hopes and fears. The books bring to mind a life at its best, Simple and quiet, relaxed and at peace; Those pages of print giving times of rest Recalling the hours that will never cease. Memories of times piled high on the shelf, Those days to be shared or just for yourself.
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