Age and damage have not withered this bloom,
As long as words live, reality's doom
Cannot touch it. It lies in kept fields.
Untainted by today, Respect is its shield.
It gathers its spores as time rushes ahead,
Until it is plucked for some light to be shed.
Forever generous, so willing to share.
A task so eternal, its vast knowledge to bear.
Step in through the portal, the petals reveal
A new teeming world at your feet does kneel.
The overwhelming beauty of a place unknown,
A unique view of the world is sown.
A mirror to the past, of beliefs and ideas.
A look to the future, of thoughts and fears.
Leather's coccoon, within lies Beauty's devotion,
Binding its pages, my mind and emotion.
But now my friend, this tale is at its end.
Leave this world and let another transcend.
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