Library, Hearts, Rhythm

A friend once told me to write a poem using three given words. I'm not sure.

Books empty of pages,
Their hearts, gone and taken away,
The rhythm of their life,
Their stories, moved now elsewhere,
In the archive of dreams,
Their library, filled with words of dust.

- Nicely-Don't -

Author's Note

I don't know

Reviews

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Few word - Terrific meaning contains.....
And what's left when human heart is snatched, what's left there?! That also I don't know!!
You did splendid😊!