Morning Bookstore (#1276)

There’s nothing like a bookstore in the morning,
With the scents of books and coffee adorning,
I adore the calmness a bookstore projects,
Within its doors, life isn’t so complex,
The place seems to hum with stories untold,
And no matter someone’s taste there’s plenty to behold,
Should you wander through the various aisles?
You’ll find folks with faraway looks and dreamy smiles,
There’s always soft music playing in the background,
Beyond that and the cafe, there’s little else sound,
Its atmosphere carries on almost sacred feel,
Filled with secrets it’s all too ready to reveal,
The quiet and serenity can rejuvenate,
I don’t know- a bookstore in the morning is hard to relate,

Any Thoughts?

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.