How does a library dream?
When its volumes are reviewed,
words leap into waiting souls.
The library is filled with knowledge.
A novel stands next to a book of songs.
Book bindings are colorful and strong.
AFter the lights go out, a cool breeze fills the room.
A dictionary waits on the table.
As the night goes on, its pages flutter.
Without eyes, the books watch until morning.
Everyone observes the books’ printed wisdom.
Walls of brick and sturdy shelves stand unnoticed.
They provide sanctuary to myriad pages.
Resting quietly, the building sighs again.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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