As I open an unopened book,
Waiting to be opened,
To spill out a story
I move forward to read its pages -
But end up sniffing them first instead.
Oh, the scent of untouched pages
The feel of the smooth but rough surface
Its colour - very white, but tinted in yellow
And I continue to intake its beautiful aroma
For a few minutes, letting it sink in
Then I gaze dreamily at the pages
The second
Before I lose myself, partly,
Dive deep into the world the pages house.
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