A pen in my right hand
as I dive in the imaginary land
finding myself by the calm sea
here no one troubles me.
The mountain peak cheers me
wonder it is that I am not me.
sometimes bold, standing my ground.
Sometimes I cannot be found.
Hiding my reality with a mask
pretension is such a tedious task.
books are better than drugs,
I agree yearning for fictional hugs.
I turn the page with excitement,
never knew it would bring disappointment.
drastic changes in my expressions
as I rush through different impressions.
And I stay still by the wall.
Books are not suitable in the hall,
I have a secret room for them.
as I look for my soul in them.
I live the life of the characters,
considering all the factors
as I fall in love with those pages
that have been with me from ages.
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Author:
Crystal moon (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2025 00:28
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Comments3
Hello,
Pens and books can be great friends and there is nothing that compares to the atmosphere when writing because it creates any and all possibilities!
I liked how the mountain almost was watching over you, greetings and blessings
R
THANK YOU.
A beautiful write around the pleasures and benefits of reading and writing, enjoyed the read
THANK YOU FOR BOTH READING MY POEMS AND FOR THE ENCOURAGING WORDS.
You are very welcome
I too used to collect my books in a special place now I keep them in my mind. A very nice poem.
THANK YOU FOR READING AND SUPPORTING MY POEMS.
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