Standing tall in my room,
Facing the sun at the noon.
Books are resting in wooden cubes,
All are my favourites, old or new.
Colourful books, peeping through glass door,
Waiting to be picked up, from shelf one, two, three and four.
Read me, read me, all books say,
Before sleeping and during the day.
I love my bookshelf, it’s just for me.
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