Build me a library.

Build me a library in every room.

In the worn and faded leaves,

A treasure trove of knowledge cleaves.

Boxes of books in the attic.

The pages, oh, they’re kinda old,

But stories within, they never grow cold,

The ceiling cracked.

With tales of love and heroes grand,

And villains who just don’t understand.

The basement is too damp for books.

In battles fought and dreams so wild,

In struggles faced by every child.

Reinforce the floors.

Secrets of the past I hold tight,

And futures’ hopes, shining bright.

Put a library in every room.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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