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Dusty Books

Dusty books of many stories,
rise and falls of Empire's glories.
An open book by my chair...
No dust gathers there.

The pages blaze with a true love of 
Royal family.
Stories of war and calamity.
I feel life within these pages, and 
hear the voices through the ages.

A written word of seasons flare 
An icy lake or wildflowers fair
The sun rays dancing in the air
Is waiting in the authors care.

On warm or chilly nights the 
Pages turn with wholesome
Sight. Golden words that unite
To bring the darkness to pure
Soft light.

My books seldom gather dust
They are the friend that earns my trust. 
I see the distant lands and walk 
Each page and feel the value of
the Authors sage...

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Dusty Books