The Library
The Silence comforts me;
only interrupted by soft whispers
and the rustle of paper.
Black lines form together
and turn into words,
sentences and paragraphs.
Paragraphs that turn into
stories, hidden among soft
well worn papers.
Papers that take me
to other worlds and other times
far beyond me reach.
Books stacked neatly next to each other,
the covers beckoning me to judge.
The dusty, sweet, inky smell
speaks experience and soothing oasis.
My sweet escape
where I can truly find
solitude in words
and adventure in a comfortable chair.
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