Shelf life: Unopened pages

Within pages of a book, Knowledge lies as a nursery bed of spinach awaiting transplant Amidst thousands of books, lies a book with a shredded cover but filled with alluring words that blooms like tulips, words that soothes the heart, words that ignites a flame that never fades, even when the book dies, it lives. Each paragraph, a route to discovery, each page, a journey to a new city, the last paragraph, a start of an untold story The library, a home for books, not home enough for all books, but a house for some books, yearning to explore new souls. Days pass, nights pass, weeks pass months pass, years pass but no one cares, all are reluctant to read a book laying between dust but caught between dreams. it lies on it shelf, awaiting rediscovery.