THE LIBRARY.
Where determination burns...
Where hope is rekindled...
Where silence is a virtue...
Where books are more valuable than jewelry...
There also sat an amazing creature...
She looks tall and light-skinned...
Her slant eyes are pure hazel ...

Oh, library!
What have you done to me?

The place where ideas are buried in books...
The place where knowledge is hidden on shelves...
The place where catalogs are equivalent to signposts...
She looks lost and determined to find herself...
There she sat with loads of books and all I could do is to stare at her perplexed but beautiful face.

Oh, library!
What have you done to me?

I muttered one sentence a million times...
Flossing my fingers through the unseen strands of air.
My book seemed irrelevant to me at the moment...
I was sitting, leaning back but my pulse is racing.

Oh, library!
What have you done to me?

The library has given me something new, something unusual, something beyond the knowledge of the brain; it's something for the HEART.

Elijah Enenche Peter.

The Night Owl Poetry.