The Tome

The Tome is reclusive in nature
Hiding nestled upon the shelf
In clusters of almost reads
Leafs and leaves and sheafs
With lives their own
Collecting dust
Raising silver fish
To make lace of words
Pretty in decay

Posted: Tuesday, January 28th, 2020 @ 10:31 am
Categories: Poems.
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