Books

 

Faint smell of age and leather,
Yawning volumes of paper.

Books would sometimes take me,
To places I've never been.

 

Fiction and true stories,
Details from years long dead,
Both interesting and dull copies,
They all have tales to be told.

 

My hero, read on physiology,
So you'll understand my beats.
Refresh your anatomy,
And show me where my heart rests. 

 

Talk to me of geography,
So we"ll find each other soon.
I've always loved chemistry,
If you don't  I would not mind.

 

Reading colors my neutral realms,

My world is plain without it.
Books fill my meaningless dreams,
Where I'm still searching for you.

 

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