those precious pages have turned into light whisky colored books
faded flowers and witching hours kept them safe and sound
stories of a prince on a horse to a woman being crowned
would be like watching books playing theater in a round

late night, trying to make the best type of Irish whisky
wearing an old favorite coffee stained t shirt and pasta that's being browned
making everything look brisky

wondering about the books that turned into musical,
they try to sway
the phantom of the opera ,the joffery ballet
or the Norwegian wood that shows a bildungsroman play.
crime being bizarre where detectives seize the day
left a remarkable fascination, they say.

the sticky notes on walls having a catchphrase collection
is like achieving a type of rare perfection
from all the fiction to contemporary
it ends up to a classic enraptured literary.
from chasing words to make a captivating name
its like en tracing a never ending game.