In The Old Library... Poem by DM W
In The Old Library...
In the old library, I tend to reflect
On all the thoughts of the ages collected
In these dusty books. It is good to spend time
Here with the light of knowledge/ wisdom sublime.
In the old library, I feel the silence.
It's like a spiritual experience.
I like to bask in the warm glow of oakwood.
There is something rare here that stirs the blood.
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: old,books,silence
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