Books smell like 3 AM
When you're wide awake
For some unfinished project
With the stars and moon.
Books smell like the off-key song
By the campfire
With the crickets
Providing background music.
Books smell like the jokes
And puns
Born at the last bench
During some boring lecture
And
all those laughter held back.
Books smell like the ice-cream
And lemonade
With the sun burning
Above your head.
Books smell like the crackling fire
And a mug of hot cocoa
On a snowy evening.
Books smell like
Captain Nemo's journey,
Quasimodo's love,
d'Artagnan, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis's friendship,
Luna's sanity
And
The flower Weena gave.
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Shattered Pieces
Random"Once I had a mirror, With which I could look into my mind. But one day, it fell And shattered into millions of pieces All of whom I have yet to find." This is a collection of all those missing pieces.
