Dear Library, You reside in my heart, and will always be residing there as you have built your home with the bricks called books in my heart... (Read my mess in the caption) They say all books reside in you, I say the whole world resides in you. The lifeline of authors, the soul of poets, the heart of readers and the heaven of dreamers. There's the aroma of magic in your walls which stings me whenever I'm away. My heart says to drown in you but my mind says to discover you some other day. Your words flow in my veins, your vision enlightens my third eye. Years pass, decades pass and authors pass sundry, seasons wither, blossoms fall but you never die. Once I enter you, I'm unaware of my realm for my whole cosmos lives in you, in every shelf, in every nook - there's my dream called you!
