Early Works - Old Books Poem by David Harris

Early Works - Old Books



Crumpled pages read and read
the authors words in someone’s head.
Knowledge of by-gone days
hidden under dust on the shelf.
Faded pages, dogged corners
what may their secrets hide?


8 October 1980

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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