My library has filled my mind.

The bookcases have many volumes.
Every book is on a common theme.

Their words are varied.
They cover many subjects,
but they share a pure message.

At first, I didn’t notice.
Their color and forms
have filled my imagination with light.
As I read them, I learned hope.

Their common thread was shared
by authors from different nations.
The eras they lived were distant.
Today I found their essence.
What they kept hidden has been revealed.

W. Wayne B.

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