Time and again I find myself here,
To seek and be sought,
By parchment and by ink.Many years have passed by,
Yet my only solice, within you I find,
To not be seen nor heard is my aim,
A charming gift I have learned to retain.For in the library will you find me not,
As I move within the pages of the plot.
Emerged in the sea of imagination,
Sailing through an ocean of information,
As the library caters for every generation.Open the portal and dive right in,
The swirling waves shall guide you in your dreams,
For in the depths of your imagination, I live within.
Find me and you will see,
A kaleidoscope of knowledge,
The rainbow and the sea.Here I shall remain,
Cosy and warm,
Beneath a blanket,
Hiding my form.Where I write and read and breathe in the scent of parchment and ink.
The aura of information enveloping me,
Comforting in every breath,
Every turn of a page,
Every touch of the paper,
The feel of emotions behind the words...In the library, a hard drive for my soul,
I am one with the universe,
My heart is content and the world is non-existent.
People do not bother me.For in the library I am, me.
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