The Forgotten Smell of Old Books
A nostalgic journey into the quiet magic of fading pages
Between the pages, time softly sleeps,
Holding the secrets the silence keeps.
A whisper of ink, a faded sigh,
Stories that lived, but never die.
The scent of paper, tender, warm,
A memory’s ghost, a timeless form.
Each fragile spine, each folded line,
Holds echoes of lives that once were mine.
We trade their souls for glowing screens,
And lose the weight of endless dreams.
But old books wait with patient grace,
A gentle past you still can trace.
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About the Creator
Mahmood Afridi
I write about the quiet moments we often overlook — healing, self-growth, and the beauty hidden in everyday life. If you've ever felt lost in the noise, my words are a pause. Let's find meaning in the stillness, together.
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Comments (3)
Great Bro
You are so right for there are many lessons that one can learn from old books of many genres. Great work.
Awesome 😎