Open the cover, savour the anticipation, smell the newness, touch the beginning of ... an adventure.
With each word the spell is woven.
Characters introduced,
friend or foe to be decided as the plot unfolds.
Hours spent enthralled.
Words inhaled as if oxygen.
The tale unfolds in turning pages, there is no world outside.
Immersed like a child.
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Author:
Debsspot (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2018 03:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Still nothing like a good book.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
My kind of poem - it flows so well - just looked at your previous postings and love your work - will look out for more.
Thank you so much Michael. Very kind. I will make sure to review your work also
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