The picture flashes on my screen,
It’s though I had a whiff of it again;
The library: that sacred, hidden place —
For sometimes, books can be
Your only
Friend
The picture flashes on my screen,
It’s though I had a whiff of it again;
The library: that sacred, hidden place —
For sometimes, books can be
Your only
Friend
Books: my friend, my escape.
Aren’t (and weren’t) they wonderful?
I’ve been using an e-reader because I couldn’t take all of my books across the country, but I miss the smells of the older ones. I can’t wait to visit home (and my books).