On this page, I'm in spring
the flowers blooming,
birds chirping,
and nature, flourishing.
On the next page, it's winter
the leaves are withered,
the floor, snow-covered
and nature, from the cold shivers.
On the following page, I'm royalty,
basking in wealth and glory,
overlooking the masses,
whilst enjoying all delicacies.
On the following one, I'm on the streets,
scavenging and pilfering,
experiencing what life is
for the destitute.
Each page takes me
on a different journey.
It wraps me amidst its words
and carries me along in its story.
It's neverending and ever-soothing.
To you, I might appear lost;
as I am drowned in the world of books;
my mind drifting from one universe
to another.
But I can't be anymore aware,
right, found, and alive in this world,
than I am in reality.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC
On this page, I'm in spring
the flowers blooming,
birds chirping,
and nature, flourishing.
On the next page, it's winter
the leaves are withered,
the floor, snow-covered
and nature, from the cold shivers.
On the following page, I'm royalty,
basking in wealth and glory,
overlooking the masses,
whilst enjoying all delicacies.
On the following one, I'm on the streets,
scavenging and pilfering,
experiencing what life is
for the destitute.
Each page takes me
on a different journey.
It wraps me amidst its words
and carries me along in its story.
It's neverending and ever-soothing.
To you, I might appear lost;
as I am drowned in the world of books;
my mind drifting from one universe
to another.
But I can't be anymore aware,
right, found, and alive in this world,
than I am in reality.
Just a tribute to books.
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