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Sep 2018
The feel
Of my hands
Turning the rough
Pages of a worn
Out book.

Staring endlessly at
Little black letters.

Who could have known
That it would make a
Girl so ecstatic?



How I dream
To embed
Myself
Into the
Mythical worlds
Built from words.

How truly amazing
It is for
Someone

To create
Such
Magic
With a few verses.

Alphabets morph
Into words
Into sentences
Into Imagination
And one day

...Into reality.
Dor
Written by
Dor  24/F/221 B Baker Street
(24/F/221 B Baker Street)   
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