Somewhere
in a musty corner of a book store
sit I
Beneath yellowed newsprint and papers high
Neither first edition nor collector’s find
A battered book
beyond it’s prime
The gilded print worn off my spine
Regard my tufted leather edge
from forlorn lover’s finger pledge
Cotton binding frayed by touch
So let me rest in dust some more
by the sombre Mahler score
my last page ripped out
years before
Nice poem… 🙂
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Many thanks Akshay! 😊
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Your welcome 🙂
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Hope you are having as nice a day as I am!
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Thank you diana… yeah a bit cold morning… but nice to drink hot coffee..
Have a good day… 🙂 😉
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You too 😊 And here I raise my warm cup of chamomile tea in greeting to you!
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🙂
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