Books bound by leather tooled, marked, aged by
someone’s hands, many hands holding each
one with care, admiration, passion for
words written within each volume telling
stories, bringing to life other lives of
other people, other times
Pages edged with yellow, brittle with time, heat a
winter’s day indoors warmed by a fire a
summer’s day outdoors laying on a blanket
always stretching but never leaving the words
that beckon, calling, teasing you into one
more sentence to embrace you
Books bound by leather tooled, marked, aged the
pages edged with yellow, brittle with time like
an old friend doling out love in descriptive
words, images brilliant to behold, tantalizing
fiction, mysteries to unfold, history in epic
proportions more than a home
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
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