My eyes, drawn to the aged leather’s hue,

Whispers of Baudelaire’s Fleurs du mal ring so true.

My fingers trace the weathered, dusty spine,

I breathe in deep, the fragrance of each timeless line.

Timeless Verses, Fragrant Lines


This piece captures my first encounter with Baudelaire’s Fleurs du mal a while back at Lloyds of Kew Bookshop, London. 

My eyes, drawn to the aged leather’s hue,

Whispers of Baudelaire’s Fleurs du mal ring so true.

My fingers trace the weathered, dusty spine,



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