The Librarian of Forgotten Books

By Saywisely

1 min read Jul 2, 2024
In aisles of dust, where silence sleeps,
A solemn, quiet vigil keeps.
The keeper of the words unread,
Of stories sleeping in their bed.

Each spine a promise, never kept,
Of worlds where no one ever stepped.
He walks the rows, a lonely friend,
To tales that have no reader's end.

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