Silence was a rule
Soft steps
Hallways without movement
Only shadows swiftly moving
from one shelf to another
Picking, choosing
Considering
The elements of paper
Dust lining the archives
of knowledge and curiosity
A brief blow on a cover
Folding open, slipping through
The scent of black ink
and letters waiting
Unlocking words
The perfect formulation
of a sentence
Quickly, a whisper
on the other side of the shelf
A mother, a child
teaching ways
to stop jumping
from excitement for all which is on offer
Another cover tickles imagination
Reaching out again
The fragrance of promise and anticipation
A choice is made
Eyes light up
Movement to the right
A drop
A thump
Pages spread
Dust sparkles on top of desecration
a pile can never be too high
a sigh, kneeling
Bending over, lending a hand
Eyes meet
Locking into
the perfect space
Sharing of mystery
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persons of inspiration: people sitting to my left and right conversing softly in a place where silence used to be a rule, but now can be filled with interaction. There will probably be a second poem soon of the modern library.
place of inspiration: OBA, Amsterdam, it has to be my favourite
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