Picture Window Books

books and more books,
shelves of dreams, onced believed,
sit silent in graves of doubt.

The dust painted thick,
veiled titles unread.
The doors clamped shut,
the window lamp dark.
The cat is put to rest.

books and books galore.
perhaps, yes perhaps I will resurrect a writer’s hope,
invite authors from future’s shore.
The romance alive in my head,
these Paris conversations.

Paris conversations

Poetry

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