Only in Front of an Open Book

I noticed that pages get old too

it is like their yellow tint

is in harmony with mine

so I wonder

when I open a book

what does it read on my face?

the title is in my deeper wrinkles

and the finer ones are telling the plot

about the routes I have been traveling on

and the bridges I have crossed over

there is a story I am unconsciously carrying

and an expression that I allow myself

only in front of an open book

because I become transparent

and I open like a window

only when I am reflected

in the yellow pigment

of an older book.

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