Poets Dream

Cover

Unread and Unfinished. I am a book. You judge my cover and snicker and snort.

But open me up and take a look. ‘Cuz when you see the real me! You would know I’m not the cover. I have a story that’s sad and unforgiving.

The pages are ripped and folded over. But the story and the book stand strong.

All day and all night long.