That scent,
Yes, that scent which is powerful,
From the yellow papers of the dusty shelves,
Bringing back the past and guiding the future.
That scent reminds me of my purpose,
The path I chose to move through,
It is a fragrance that roots me deep,
That makes me,' A better me.'
It evokes knowledge and pleasure,
Bittersweet pain and sorrow too.
Stories are made, tales are reborn,
Histories remembered, morals reminded.
The ink and paper intertwined,
Each page stitched with utmost care,
Bound with craftsman's grace,
Where time and memories interlace.
Lost in scent, I remind myself that,
It is the most beautiful scent to ever exist.
This richest scent to me, truely is
"bibliosmia".
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