This sight brings back memories.
A library seems random Unless it is your own: The taken paths to get those books, Haphazard and unknown. Enthusiasms come and go, We swim in different waters; At times we nearly (almost) drown, And others, splash like otters — We find ourselves, or find that we Are not quite who we thought; Or lose … Continue reading "Your Library"
he stopped to read and found himself a world away
It was because of a place like this From the slums my mom escaped; And ’cause I hid in a place like this My early teens were shaped ‘Twas from stories hidden in shelves like these That my heart found it’s release: Libraries may soon be a thing of the past But to me, they always will be… peace