The Library
The silence is broken
Only one word has been spoken
Ssshhh!
The cough, the sneeze, thud and laughter titter
Is treated here like dropping litter
The smell of polished wood, leather top tables and dusty air make me sneeze
If I dare
Do I dislike being here?
On the contrary, I'm surrounded by my friends, the books
I'm in my world, in the library
Christina Rowell
Christina Rowell
First posted August 2015
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