White Charisma
It stood in its glory and withering heights Some feigned victory and complained vertigo It remain listless, drab like a white ghost Perchance the charisma it wears. Perchance the era it conceals. It contained footsteps of masses throbbing treads & pulsating breaths all contained within this white serenity Serendipity & silence they observe as they tread on the pathway of knowledge It stood there pillar by pillar the majestic library breeding tendrils of knowledge sowing seeds of information the building stands still People come, people go! **** This post is written for- The Mag 154 ( Prompt the picture of Central Library, Manchester, U.K., by Robin Gosnall ) Three word Wednesday ( Prompt - Drab, Pulsate, Tendril) One Single Impressio n- Prompt 258 - Charisma
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