The Solace of Yellowed Pages: A Lover's Pondering

In this quiet library, I sit and ponder,
As I gaze upon the books that surround me.
Their pages whisper tales of ages past,
Of hands that turned their leaves with care and love.
Some, though, were cast aside and left to rot,
Forgotten by those who never knew their worth.

But you, dear book, have found a new worth,
As I sit here in this chair and ponder.
Your pages, though yellowed, have not yet rotted,
And I handle them with gentle care, you see,
For I have come to love you like a lover,
And in your pages, I find solace at last.

Your scent, so rich and musty, takes me back to the past,
And I feel the weight of history's worth,
As I lose myself in you, my dear lover.
My mind begins to wander and to ponder,
As I delve deeper into your pages with care,
To see what treasures may have been left, and not rotted.

Perhaps there is a tale of love, long since rotted,
Or a poem that speaks of a time long past.
Whatever it is, I will read it with care,
For I know that its value is beyond mere worth,
And as I turn each page and begin to ponder,
I feel my heart beat faster, my pulse begin to lover.

Oh, how I love the stories that you cover,
The tales of passion, both new and rotted,
That make me pause and pause again to ponder
The nature of life and all that has passed.
For though your age may not reveal your true worth,
You hold within you secrets that are handled with care.

So as I sit here in this library, I handle you with care,
My dear book, my lover, my treasure trove to cover,
For in your pages I find a true worth,
That goes beyond the age of paper, yellowed and rotted.
And though the stories you tell may be of the past,
They still make my heart race and my mind to ponder.

As I sit here in this library alone,
I ponder the worth of each book that has passed through.
For each one is a lover, a treasure, not rotted,
And as I turn each page with care, I am reminded of their worth.

Their pages may be yellowed, some even rotted,
But their stories are worth more than just their age.
For within them lies a wealth of knowledge and wonder,
A treasure trove for those who dare to ponder.

And as I sit here, lost in my thoughts and wonder,
I realize the true value of these books, not rotted.
Their worth is not just in their pages or age,
But in the stories and knowledge they contain, passed through the ages.

So I handle each book with care, as if a precious lover,
For I know that within their covers lies a world to discover.

And as I read and ponder, lost in their rich and musty smell,
I am transported to a time and place that I cannot tell.
For these books are not just relics of the past,
But windows into worlds that forever last.

As I sit here in this library alone,
I am grateful for the stories that have been passed down.
For in them I find beauty, wonder, and worth,
And in their pages, I discover the true power of the written word.

The written word has a power beyond measure,
A force that can ignite flames and spark great pleasure.
It can take us on journeys both far and near,
And reveal truths that we may have held dear.

Through the words on these pages, we can learn and grow,
And see the world in ways we may not have known.
For every book holds a unique perspective and view,
And it is up to us to explore them anew.

As I sit here in this library, surrounded by books,
I am filled with a sense of awe and wonder.
For each one is a treasure trove waiting to be found,
A world of knowledge just waiting to astound.

So let us never forget the power of the written word,
And the beauty and wonder that can be found in every book.
For though they may be old and yellowed, or even rotted,
Their worth is immeasurable, and their stories forever spotted.

As I close this book and rise from my chair,
I am grateful for the time I have spent here.
For in these pages, I have found great pleasure,
And a reminder of the power of words that can last forever.

The power of words can move mountains and minds,
And inspire us to seek what we hope to find.
For in them lies the key to unlock the unknown,
And reveal the beauty of life that has yet to be shown.

As I leave this library, I am filled with a sense of wonder,
For I have been transported to places I can only ponder.
And though the books may remain behind,
Their words and stories will forever be intertwined.

For they have sparked a fire within my soul,
And revealed a world that is beyond my control.
And as I walk out into the world, I carry with me
The knowledge and wisdom of those who came before me.

So let us never forget the power of the written word,
And the beauty and wonder that can be found in every book.
For though they may be old and yellowed, or even rotted,
Their worth is immeasurable, and their stories forever spotted.

For within these pages lies a world of untold beauty,
A world waiting to be discovered by those with a sense of duty.
So let us embrace the power of words and stories untold,
And find the beauty and wonder that forever unfolds.













The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVI, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you