In a Library

In a library, books floor to ceiling
Warmth of yellowed pages,
Dusty shelves.
Richly colored, musty carpets muffle footsteps
And whispers of people, book lovers like you
Wafting in and through the maze of shelves
As you sit, cross legged on the floor
And think
Worlds to be explored
Waiting all around you.
Sitting in the library,
Peaceful.

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