This post is not about books

Some books, we read from start to finish,
Some just a few pages.
Some we return to for the special sections,
Some are trophies, never read.

Some old books smell divine,
Some new ones brim with modern ideas.
Some are just recipes,
Some make your eyes well up.

Some make you think,
Some make your mind travel.
Some make you want to die,
Some make you fall in love.

Some are treasure troves of wisdom,
Some are utter stupidity.
Some we judge by their cover,
Some we accept as they are.

Some burn bright,
Some we hold as memories.
Some we write our stories on,
Some just gather dust.




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