Books

Dusty volumes filling the shelves
Of a dusty institution, hidden away behind the streets
Forgotten tomes, lost texts, stories
Weaving worlds of words

A well-loved child's book
Cover like leather, and the spine bent
Dog-eared pages, doodling in the margin
And a purple stain, of juice

A technical manual
With complex diagrams
And concise, dry language
Imparts its knowledge and experience

A book
A string of characters
Split into pages, chapters, sections
Together forms a whole