Book

Fri, 05/19/2017 - 12:20 -- ACME

Books haphazardly stacked, cluttering up the vast space,

Readers disappearing into their midst leaving not a trace,

Each book a treasure, a jewel, a cherished friend,

Each book a dream that has been penned.

My dream is being written by the day,

I hope it says something worth it to say.

This poem is about: 
Me

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