A Book’s Life MAG

May 13, 2010
By Anonymous

an old book dusty, silent and
Untouched lies in a world of
Webs and dust only to be unnoticed
And forgotten. Heedless dark nights
Go by, and whether it's night or day
The book cannot tell for it's always
Dark in its world of pain. It only
Dreams and yearns for the day that
Two heavy-set hands grasp its spine
And pull it out to be brushed off
And stared at. But to be thrown
Back into its world of misery is
Another story.


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