BOOKS
Books gaze, hopefully they glance
From the glass
Of closed shelves
But they are no more for us
As they were before
The knowledge-granting elves!
Evenings which were spent
Sitting with them bent
Now with a screen,
Red, blue or green,
They disappear, die
As time dispassionately flies.
Months now pass away,
Where they are,
They stay
And we pass our night and day
Sitting in front of computers
Feeling gay.
Self talking and sleep walking only
Nowadays amaze,
The untouchables and lonely
Who still hopefully,
Glance and gaze.
But, come on now,
Break the shelves,
Let us together
Free the elves.
No more now,
Think to overwhelm.
Reunite, reopen, reread them.
See their sea, take a swim
Illuminate their torch
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