Many, Many Books
What changed my perspective on life
And turned my world around?
What became a beacon of light,
And gave me wings of hope?
Infinite words
Within endless pages
All bound together
In the shape of books.
They brought to me
A place where possibilities
And inspirations
Goes beyond the sky.
Their golden words
Bleed into my reality
Lighting and brightening
My visions.
They enrich my dreams
And strengthen my resolve.
Without them
Where would I be today?
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