The Forgotten Smell of a School Library Book

By Saywisely

1 min read Feb 16, 2025
You crack the spine, a puff of dust,
A scent of knowledge, age, and trust.
It smells of paper, glue, and time,
A quiet, academic crime.

The scent of fifty different hands,
From this and other, distant lands.
A smell that takes you back to when,
The world was written with a pen.

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