Destined for exile atop dusty shelves
aroma of pages, old and new
Into Authors mind one deeply delves
permits any reader to silently pass through
Six and twenty letters laid out
words toyed with ’til resonating awe
similarities of prosaists throughout
write of love affairs in perfection and flaw
Perfect like you and marred like me
forever be, but read once, maybe twice
As I sit and read under a still living tree
I imagine knowledge must come at some price
One must care for books, it is without lie
for every book made, a tree must then die
© Suzi Yammouni
Red Shoe Artist 
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