A word on a line
joined with many and more,
a story to tell
from behind a closed door.

A line on a page
and a paragraph to make,
from a thoughtful sage
to the ones who forsake.

A page in a book
telling tales short and tall,
just have a quick look,
hear the whispering call.

A book on a shelf,
many dusty old tomes,
a wealth of words
from across quiet rooms.

A history in words,
telling sad tales of pain;
of battles and bloodshed
and tears shed in vain.

Tyrants and demons
live within the short lines,
telling tales of tomorrow
and the end of our times.

Words of science;
of nature and light;
of suns, stars
and comets so bright.

Pages of magic;
of mystery and prose;
of light and laughter
and faces aglow.

A library of life
in unending rhymes,
of joyous love
and wonderful times.

A letter, a word,
a line or a page,
thoughts laid down
across eons of age.


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Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2014.
Revised 24th September 2015.
© 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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