There are books in the windows,
books on the floors.
There are books in the alleyways
and books in the doors.
Every place that I look,
every thing that I see
becomes turning pages.
They're calling to me.
The written word,
so seductive and dear,
can be darkness or light,
can be echoes or clear.
It can be playful
or burdened with thought.
It can be freedom
or it can be bought.
Regardless the status
this much is true.
Your world is the books,
and the books...they are You.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
There are books in the windows,
books on the floors.
There are books in the alleyways
and books in the doors.
Every place that I look,
every thing that I see
becomes turning pages.
They're calling to me.
The written word,
so seductive and dear,
can be darkness or light,
can be echoes or clear.
It can be playful
or burdened with thought.
It can be freedom
or it can be bought.
Regardless the status
this much is true.
Your world is the books,
and the books...they are You.
I'm not sure I like the title. Feel free to make suggestions. :)
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