The smell of the jacket,
and the bound leather
in shades varying every color of the rainbow.
A smooth touch,
softness of the worn edges
on pages with tattered ends.
Creased corners
and bent back spines
show appreciation for the words held within the paper.
Moments suspended in time,
forever immortalized
in black ink and cream colored parchment.
Each sentence a portrait
of swirling colors
combining to create a masterpiece.
The nostalgic scent
never forgotten
by those who continue to accept its journey.
YOU ARE READING
As I Sleep
Şiira variety of poems on a variety of topics a few are darker, a few are lighter, and a few are just somewhere in between
