At the library
I can’t help feeling desperate
How could I possibly get to the other shore
Across the knowing and the unknown
How blessed are the book souls
Even if they are laid off paper or parch
They still shine as stars
Talk and sing ever so lucid
They are immortals
Overlooking the wandering beings
With gracious sympathy
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Author:
arobot (
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