A crowded place,
But yet a slient place,
Heard some whispering,
But not distracted...

A cool whether outside,
Can smell the perfume of soil,
Where the rain shed its drops,
Lost in the cool breeze,
But yet the smell of books grabed me into its lines....

Lost myself within this,
But a strange voice whispering my name,
Made me distract but yet staring,
Made me angry but also anxious,
Thought of moving away,
But...