The Largest Library
Among some old books:
I remember that day when...!
Then the book is closed.
A breeze stirs softly, and a noiseless hum
Petrifies the air
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Well, I'm a musician, photographer, scholar, and wannabe poet. As I write more, I think I'm more of a minimalist and open-ended poet. Some things I write not even I get, but have fun reading them!
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