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.
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.