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Abandoned Books
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Birds, paper wings, paper beaks
Flying all around me.
Stories from the past, stories of the present,
Even some about the future,
All waiting for me to read,
Waiting for me to discover their secrets.
These birds, they want to be caught,
They want to feel a purpose again.
Every phase of my life,
Crazy or sane,
They've stood by me, they're represented.
Lying there, waiting
While I collected them one by one,
Waiting for me to want them again.
They keep each other company,
Snuggled together on the shelves.
When I walk in the door
I can hear them calling out to me
Desperate chirps begging me to care for them
Asking me to hold them in my hands again.
I love this collection;
I've spent a lot of time gathering it.
Their colors and stories just drew me to them;
I wanted to know it all.
My fingers trace their spines, their backs
Wishing I had the courage to open them up.
This collection of words, of books, of stories, is my whole life
Presented to you in black and white.
Come on in and see,
They need someone to tell their stories to.
Flying all around me.
Stories from the past, stories of the present,
Even some about the future,
All waiting for me to read,
Waiting for me to discover their secrets.
These birds, they want to be caught,
They want to feel a purpose again.
Every phase of my life,
Crazy or sane,
They've stood by me, they're represented.
Lying there, waiting
While I collected them one by one,
Waiting for me to want them again.
They keep each other company,
Snuggled together on the shelves.
When I walk in the door
I can hear them calling out to me
Desperate chirps begging me to care for them
Asking me to hold them in my hands again.
I love this collection;
I've spent a lot of time gathering it.
Their colors and stories just drew me to them;
I wanted to know it all.
My fingers trace their spines, their backs
Wishing I had the courage to open them up.
This collection of words, of books, of stories, is my whole life
Presented to you in black and white.
Come on in and see,
They need someone to tell their stories to.
...
© 2012 - 2024 plathfan910
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I have a huge collection of books myself, and I can so agree to this! I love books, always have, always will! It is pure magic just how many worlds that unfolds every time you open up a book! Great poem!