My local libraryA Poem by dadist poeticbored..in class..wrote thisMy local library Of wooden shelves bearing one another Embracing vertically aligned books Like an embryo in the womb of it's mother A book with a name tattooed forever Pronouncing verbally for the eye which looks A manifesto to be read with pleasure Words flowing in a hundred pages of treasure Telling a story of a plot which hooks Sending the reader thrills or even a shiver That forest of intertwining trees Withholding fruits of knowledge For the one who picks a book and reads In my local library © 2013 dadist poeticAuthor's Note
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