The Heart of Leather - MARS

I strolled through

A library. T’was as abandoned

In the hands of time

As the proverbial Ozymandias.


It guarded a wealth of knowledge

Under each leather wrapped parchment

Like a pearl inside an oyster, just

Not under Adam’s ale.


One of them, as abandoned as the former

Stared at me, sitting in a

Coze on the floor.

‘Mommy!’ it cried


In such a desperate and helpless manner.

Instantaneously bonded I with it.

It was one akin to a mother and her child

Fragile, yet quite unbreakable.


All this in a book.

Words I have not to say

About that fervid day

And how etched it is.



    Good Evening Mars ~ Thanks for inviting US to be your Friends ~ Delighted !
    LIBRARIES are the Heart of our Civilisation in the UK ! Their non-availability in *Lockdown^ is a curse on Intellectualism - Books are life & life is Books. But an abandoned Libraray is the Death of Civilisation and the *Burning of Books* is despotism ! We should always seek to preserve and pass on the Knowledge & Wisdom contained in Books for future generations. Books (and electronically stored knowledge & information) are the Hallmark of CIVILISATION ~ Thanks for sharing !

    Blessings & Peace & Joy & Love
    Yours Angela & Brian ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’™

    • MARS.

      Truly said! Not only that, but a lot of ancient knowledge passed on from our ancestors must be passed on to the future generations, or else, the world will be just another blank slate.

      With Warm Regards

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