Words and Peace

Glancing outside the window,

To the world shrouded in coal-black

Clouds that in the wind billow,

And my attention is brought back

To the delicate lines

Forming powerful words

Painting pictures in my mind.

 

Here is where I can find peace,

My wonderful isolation.

Here is where my worries cease,

A truly pleasant sensation.

And the delicate lines

Forming powerful words

Still paint pictures in my mind.

 

The words sprint off the pages,

Running their own races,

Presenting me gold ages-

Times much simpler than this.

 

My books give me solace;

The words give me a story,

A story that in bliss

I can delightfully read.

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