Bookworm Story

Rows of shelf stand its ground
Inhale, intoxicating odor fille the air
as the ancient corpus wide opened
Sheets was once striking pale
now appeared brown and rigid
Scribbles and sketches filled the surface
of the language one cannot decipher
Turned the pages then
Belle letters presented its strength
Capturing youngs' mind
Astonished the old soul
Words of wisdom one could tell
Former creator left its legacy
by wrinkled hands once dancing with his quill
Absorbing reality into dream
Imagined one who lived a thousand lives
rather than lived in just one