Books

Dear Books,

I could pen a novel I think, about how I adore you. The depth of meaning you hold and the offered reflection you have provided would still likely not be captured. So I say,

Fiction or no

Romance, mystery, suspense, poetry

Laughter, tears of joy, sorrow

Authors and poets sharing wisdom

Words written and bound

Pages turned back and forth, back again

Texture, weight – meaning

Early on you opened my world to

Adventure, beauty, possibility

A constant source,

The direct route to peace

Then, still, always I will carry you with me.

 

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