Waiting for you to find yourself
my book is here upon this shelf.
Dryed
faded
passage of time
words
pages
poetry and rhyme.
Authors
poets
works still speak
accomplishments
sorrows
their pages reek.
Life
loves
stories are told
lines
literature
never grow old.
My book is here upon this shelf
waiting for you to find yourself.
by rich jackson
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