Books. A poem.

Pages on my shelf
Motes of dust floating
Crazily translucent
In dawn’s early light
Each story on my shelf
Each moment in time
Reflected in its space
The words on my shelf
Thoughts, history, dreams
Treasures immemorial
Make a poor man wealthy

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