Scent of a Book

May 30, 2016


That took me into the wind
riding and reeling
through many ways in
to the valleys
of lives lived then

It smelt of sun and the dust
creaking and crackling
spoke of old rust
and long travels
through words in trust

Like a photograph of time
lost unforgotten
by a sober mind
that remembered
retraced the sign

Left by long travelers tracks
their course over years
lives on their backs
and memories
in leather packs

I found an old book and then
I found a sacred
old monument
to trails and treks
where others went.


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