The Blank Pages

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At first glance, one might question,

“Why bother keeping such a book?”

I’ll tell you why-

This book is special.

 

From its leather bound cage,

That still holds the scent-

This book is special.

 

From the rough twine in the binding,

That holds the pages together-

This book is special.

 

From each individual page,

Soft, yellowed, and worn-

This book is special.

 

From the gentle thud,

Of being placed tenderly on the table-

This book is special.

 

From the quiet crinkle,

Of a page being turned-

This book is special.

 

From the faded ink,

Of carefully shaped, handwritten words-

This book is special.

 

To the blank pages,

Still crisp and firm,

Waiting just for me,

To pick up my pen-

This book is special.

 

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