The Library of Forgotten Faces

Towers of leather, spines whispering untold tales,

Ink-stained histories, where memory prevails.

I wander these aisles, a scholar of the human face,

Searching for solace, in this forgotten space.

Each portrait trapped in time, a universe enshrined,

Eyes reflecting joy, sorrow etched on brow and mind.

A lover's smile, forever frozen in its bloom,

A mother's tear, echoing in the silent room.

My fingertips trace forgotten dreams, hopes long dead,

Stories left unfinished, words never said.

But whispers linger, secrets the shadows hold,

Lessons of life, in stories left untold.

Will I find my own face, amongst these timeless frames?

Can I learn from their triumphs, heal from their shames?

In the library of forgotten faces, I find my plea,

To write my own story, for eternity.

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