the library is not far
the cold air is closer
my knitted blue scarf
knotted tightly
spun with love
the same like her mother
these days I am grateful
for everything that happened
and what is yet to come
days feel shorter now
but the hours drag
the memory of you
like a picture frame hangs
the smell of books
real stories on bronze pages
some with silver hooks
trapped in their fantastical cages
first sip of a warm drink
the leaves turn as the breeze sweeps
changing colour with just one blink
real stories lie on dusty shelves
lives that are known to few
but untold to many
Do you come here often?
YOU ARE READING
Grandpa's {Taekook} ✅
القصة القصيرةWhen two grandpa's meet and realise they are the two who were meant to be A reminisced highschool love story >short chapters >kind of in a poetry style >lack of punctuation and capital letters is purposeful Started > 07/02/22 Finished > 22/02/22
