The quiet helps and being alone has its reasons
We love to feel lost and afraid no matter the seasons
Picking up a portal that fits both hands
Our mind is transported as the story demands
We the bound like the leather that fastens the pages
Learning the forgotten, the unknown from past ages
Leaving irreverence and finding our balanced smile
Afterwards seeing ourselves before seeming so infantile
So it goes when we read a novels simple story
I rinse she repeats for learning is our greatest glory
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Author:
Jake (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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