The brain was a child, just before But it's the same, no more Firing thought, meaningless H... The brain was a child, just before But it's the same, no more Firing thoug...

I could choose a time of laughing, A time of happiness and fun. I could choose a time of laughing, A time of happiness and fun.

The poet wants to make his own Library with his precious moments as memories The poet wants to make his own Library with his precious moments as memories

This poem is about the book unread, that talks to library stating that it will die unread. This poem is about the book unread, that talks to library stating that it will d...

The library is my second home The library is my second home

When books are near....It acts as a cheer, When books are near....It acts as a cheer,