It's fruitless in this bleakness to seek zest
Or cheerfulness to brighten up your gloom:
For what bird here will ever build its nest?
What fragrant rose in here will ever bloom?
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Another excellent poem. Books are a wonderful thing indeed.
I think we read in order to become much better, in our real or even virtual life, to understand others, our environment, ourselves and etc. Yet, not to withdraw because the world is full of jerks.But, to fight them with the 'sword' of knowledge. Mr.Fragrance bin Rose