i smell the words that leap off the page
hypnotizing my mystified brain
many eyes have perused its pages
imagined worlds with unknown faces
many hands have caressed its spine
turned endless pages in the dead of night
many mouthes have spoken aloud the words
to many children who listened to their first
these old, crumbling pages whisper tales as old of time
and now the next tale to be told happens to be mine
YOU ARE READING
antique heart
Poetry~poetry~ i seek timeless tales in the invisible shops down alleyways on rainy days {lowercase intended}
