Childish gestures in a library covered with newspapers
Soulless morning blues of coming back to school echoing in broken mother tongue
Composure of the daylight lost in teachers, bright laptop screens flashing on rose bathed faces
Today morning the air is different.. A friend astonished by news about the typhoon
Broken, shattered glass pains two streets away make no sense
Wrapped in our own thoughts and worlds, wriggling and struggling through a long never ending life
We all sit around the library tables to grow into beasts inside with a smile to fool the world
In the reckless age of broken hearts and shattered dreams..
What else can you expect from a novel-less library? What else can you expect from a life which lacks stories?
Soulless morning blues of coming back to school echoing in broken mother tongue
Composure of the daylight lost in teachers, bright laptop screens flashing on rose bathed faces
Today morning the air is different.. A friend astonished by news about the typhoon
Broken, shattered glass pains two streets away make no sense
Wrapped in our own thoughts and worlds, wriggling and struggling through a long never ending life
We all sit around the library tables to grow into beasts inside with a smile to fool the world
In the reckless age of broken hearts and shattered dreams..
What else can you expect from a novel-less library? What else can you expect from a life which lacks stories?
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