Old, worn pages,
Dusty. Tattered.
Splattered with ink.
Carefully and lovingly
Bound together,
Wrapped in dark leather,
Placed on a shelf and
Forgotten.
Despite that,
The pages are not
Rotten, simply
Very hard to read.
Meandering lines of
Prose,
Curving along the
Crinkling, crumbling
Paper.
A gentle touch is
Necessary
With a story so old as this.
nostalgic
great nostalgic detail
I've written every work of
I've written every work of mine I've deemed worthy in a book. In it I've placed my soul. One day it will be old hopefully there will be someone to read it. Great poem. Old books are like reserved blessings.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Thank you!
I would love to read that book. =) I agree, old books are blessings indeed. Handwritten ones are the best, in my personal opinion. You can get so much emotion out of how things are written.
I love the poem. :) it's a
I love the poem. :) it's a very beautiful way of wording everything.
~free~