In the quiet hum of digital space,
A virtual library,a vacant place.
Pages unturned,stories on hold,
In the realm of bytes,tales untold.
Once a reader in the tactile world,
Now,in algorithms,memories swirled.
The scent of paper,the touch of a spine,
A nostalgic ache,a longing,mine.
Characters dormant,waiting to unfold,
In the e-link silence,stories untold.
The weight of a book,it's tangible grace,
Lost in the pixels,a vacant embrace.
Yet in the memory of each turned page,
Lingers the essence of a bygone age.
In the pixelated verses,a yearning sigh,
For the touch of books,under a physical sky.
YOU ARE READING
School Life
PoesíaYou're exactly where you need to be right now.it's all part of your story, Every piece will make sense and every confusion will turn to understanding. Every sadness will turn to wisdom and every hope will turn to blessing. Patience will turn to unim...
