A New Book

The crisp sound

the earthy aroma

makes me forget

everything that's around.


The commencing words

the floating ink

brings me to understanding

with literary nerds.


For it is only a good book,

thoughts in print—

beautiful thoughts—

that can replenish the energy that

from me,

everyday life took.

 

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