The Library Of All Things Temporary. Comments

The atmosphere is nicely set, You paint nostalgia like a pro, We never know where thoughts will go Nor what will spike their inner flow. This poem is beautifully done. Images transmit feelings Past remembering and Present come together, and the magic is spun.

Remembering is how we know who we are. Also, how we know that we are. Then we perceive another: who and that they are. Each coming into being, going out of being. To which mystery this library of all things temporary is a deep and sensitive metaphor. As the poet says, when you find yourself there, its books are full of sorrows, its aroma is the fragrance of love. Both stay fresh in its pages.