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I passed by the corridor,
Stood by the shelves
Examining the hard covers
With hidden wonders inside.
My hands ran through
The dusty binds.
My mind wandering
From a book to another.
My heart fell,
I knew I lost it.
The blue cover
Was no where to be seen.
Made my way
Towards the old librarian.
Handing over the book,
And got lost in another land!
I heard the pitter-patter
And the senses came back,
As I glanced rightwards
Towards the desk.
The familiar blue caught my eyes
My lips curving into a smile.
I tended to reach for the book,
And was caught in the magic
Of the mystic ocean blue orbs,
Melting into my hazel brown.
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~ Eliza
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