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Silence is colored gold in contrast to
The silver mode of entrance the turnstile tolls.
Home is a library of old,
Multi-colored with enchanting folds
Where many visitors habit to mull
Over the contents of its walls, and--
Home is the new avenues
I am often wont to peruse
As I walk past a ceremony of invitations
Various titles call for me to choose.
So comfortable am I
In the assemblage of its room,
That I find home always resides,
In every book that I consume.
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Imani Talim
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