From the fresh scent of parchment,
To the crisp feel of the pages.
The bookshop is where I found love.

In the depths of the fiction department,
I had experienced loves various stages.
Emotions rising higher than the stars above.

With every page that I had turned,
There were lessons to be learned.
Both eye-opening and absurd.

Outside, the leaves had changed colour,
A cool breeze blew and I adjusted my collar.
Turning a page, I smiled to myself,
These fictional characters defines oneself.

Inside a roaring fire crackled in the grate.
Outside the storm raged on as per its fate .
"Excuse me miss."
"I'll take this one."

Step into the corner of the store,
There you'll find fantasies and more.
Pick up a book, open it and see,
There's always a good story for you and for me.

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