I sit there reading my book
And suddenly I am no longer there.
I have slipped helplessly,
Slipped involuntarily
Into the words on the page
Taking me to the life
That the author has created.
It could be a world of mystery,
Of love or hate,
Of humour or sadness,
But I am out of my body
Enjoying that life,
Created for me to read.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have been lost in countless places by reading books.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice
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Comments5
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
I too have found that to be true and that is one of the glories of reading. Nicely said Andy
It surely is one of its glories soren, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
Beautiful written and I love the piano instrumental..
Much appreciated Petra, thank you.
Andy
Continue to advocate for the book, please Andy - I understand it is going out of fashion......
I surely will Dave, I have read for most of my life and have so many books. Thank you.
Andy
Spot on! I completely agree. A fine write.
Thank you Tom, much appreciated.
Andy
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