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Work of Art
Your spine shows your name and
your back tells all about you,
Your cover hints at the elegance
and story inside you,
Dust knows no home better than you,
Your pages are frayed at the ends,
(from all the constant use of avid owners)
And they have become yellowed with age,
(And a sweet odor emits causing the holder to stop and breathe in the story)
But still the ink stays on,
Binding looses,
Pages fall out over
time,
But in my eyes there is still no sight prettier
than an old loved
book.
your back tells all about you,
Your cover hints at the elegance
and story inside you,
Dust knows no home better than you,
Your pages are frayed at the ends,
(from all the constant use of avid owners)
And they have become yellowed with age,
(And a sweet odor emits causing the holder to stop and breathe in the story)
But still the ink stays on,
Binding looses,
Pages fall out over
time,
But in my eyes there is still no sight prettier
than an old loved
book.
Published 29th Jun 2012
| Edited 22nd Aug 2012
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29th Jun 2012 8:27pm
I absolutely love this and feel compelled to tell you so. A book is truly a work of art... I thought you captured that quite well. The way you smell a book's distinctive scent as you flip through its pages... I have the same reaction when I pick up a book. I love to read... Looking at a book's cover, reading the title, reading the brief description on the back, and then finally loosing yourself within the wondrous pages of a great story. That reaction has never changed for me. Thanks for the reminder and the pleasant read.
26th Jul 2012 4:37am
