Musty dusty smell,
Like old books.
The rinky-tinky bits and bobbles,
Lined with such grace.
A color palette of browns, blacks, and bronzes,
A refined tone.
A world of unknown,
The great past beyond us.
Timelines come from each,
A history from here.
Never ending glory,
A shiny finish.
Antique stores are my place,
You can find a story in each and every one.
