Hidden book
An original
On the shelf collecting dust
Signed by multiple strokes of the hand
Belongs in the hands that read lines discrete
Eventually collecting dust on the wood of old
A protector of ancients frozen by silence and the cold
Freezing on the self by the book of the bold
Signed out in a week by the far away publique
Who wants someone reading each page bland
In the story based upon trust
A now fictional 
Single book
A crammed nook
Such a visual
Small uplifted is a must
For what book does not want to be manned
Rebound to a hand that reads each line oblique
Giving off fresh new dust in a story that`s untold
All I want in life is to be happy, the motto now told
While the story of untrust will begin to unfold
Signed into the constant lie of the upkeep
For this shelf now resides in the sands
The waiting for a book of such
f—— away it all
Open crook

About up2quark

I rest with silence and awareness; believing in hope for a brighter future, I feel compelled to write any words that excite me in the spontaneous moments in life! So this is my work; hope you enjoy my musings.
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