" Books "

As old as they can be..

As dusty as they can get..

Lying on a desk or shelf..

They can be very boring

Until they are touched or read...

Filled with so much knowledge..

They can be invaluable in everyway..

Love, passion, sorrows fill their old pages...

yet little do we know about them.

With books we learn,

With books we cry,

With books we laugh or smile..

With books we fight.

They can be our life,

Like they can be our pleasure..

Or the weapon we use to achieve in this world...


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