What It Means to Read
To take a collection of thoughts,
To open it and listen,
To hear the words that are brought,
Roaring yet silent written.
For every mind that lends itself to consideration and realization,
For every heart that lends onself
To emotion and trepidation.
To breeze the pages with a flick--
Hear the message whispered swift,
To smell the intricate conflicts--
Spark the imagination quick.
For all of these to feel, indeed,
Is what it means to read.
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