the withered age
of crisply yellowed paper
binding leather and wary
print smeared by the
history it carries
the hearts which buried
deep within the narrative delicacies
the brush of fingertips
skimming over diction
poignant and loving
this collection of pages
almost feel your body and mind
fall into the contents with carries
the scent of prevailing
the stench of degrading
the stories soon to tell
we all need a little
of that something