Papa

An abandoned library,
Flooding of twisting,
Turning fluttering pages of knowledge.
Like an undiscovered gem,
Hiding,
Protecting its unique iridescent glow.
Whimsical,
Magical,
Soulful.
A misfortuned marvel,
Misunderstood by the universe.
Learning,
Running,
Second after second.
Alone.

Why is Papa special to me?
He has so much wisdom to share, he is my library. Selfless and beautiful. If something goes wrong, all my secrets, go to him. And he shares his gift to the world. He is my sphere of hope. Anyone can love him.