Books

The dust upon the antique book,
which makes two people know each other’s
distant periods,
was blew by hands for exploration…
I now release it to remember
the time once written on its files;
decades were gone astray, legacies borrowed –
dismantled by atomic view of the beginner!
That book has taken you to past
but truth she carries is found in solitude.
I step my story in the future
for mighty readers that found my words
melt in the stone of time.
The books our life have built
with paper made by hand –
I lay upon my back a page
as shelter for another…