The Library
As she entered the building she uttered not a word
Sounds from the outside could no longer be heard
In this quaint structure were books of every shape and size
Some held mysteries, while others held surprises
The library was where she found her inner peace
Each book to her was a masterpiece
Where imagination and wonder never ceased
And the fires of her curiosity increased
With several books in hand, she took a seat
And lost herself in pages that entreat
The book on poetry was her favorite one
It was both inspirational and fun
She loved the metaphors and the rhymes
whose meaning were woven into the sublime
Upon her, these verses cast a spell
In this place of books, where silence dwells.
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015
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