Ode To Books

Oh what lovely chunks of trees you are,

How your pages fill me up

With characters and adventures

Splashing colors and vivid pictures in my mind.

The world gets farther away

As I read these perfectly woven words

And dive into a world

Conducted by the author 

But performed by me

Your Perfect scripture caresses my heart,

I hang onto every letter like a lifeline

Then the words cut my heart.

Making me bleed,

Numbing my body,

Leaving me with the last bittersweet sentences 

That will stay with me forever.

The moral of the poem is

A book is a dream you hold in your hands,

Let your imagination run wild

And chase your dreams

So that one day you can look back

And smile at the book you've written

 

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