The Library
It's quiet,
The silence enhanced by
The rustle of pages;
The whisper of breath;
The murmur of a search yet to be fruitful.
With a harshness like stone
A siren splits the air
And the world pauses to listen
As it fades into the distance,
Unsure, but in the end,
Ultimately uncaring.
So let the quiet resume.
This poem is about:
My community
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