Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Day 210: Books

old books
with withered yellow pages
curled around my finger
I wonder who has read your words
who has cried
and who has laughed
is that a tear stain
or spilled coffee?
crisp pages torn from
delicate binding
yet the words do not stray
from their place 
three hundred pages create
infinite stories 


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