The picture prompt of Magpie Tales, #66

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Breathing in
the odour of old books,
sometimes sneezing
because of the dust;
yet never releasing
the book
until all is gulped down.
And breathing in
and dreaming of
and weeping over
all wonders
that meet me there.
That odour will soon
be a thing of the past
just like the old books
covered with dust…
How long will the past last?
© 2011 Mariya Koleva