Ode to books
I love the fresh, pine smell
and your wood scented cover,
my friend, my companion.
Oh how I relish your stories
behind all my wildest dreams
to the saddest memories.
I venerate how your pages turn
you ignite my whole imagination
and spark my creativity.
Now you are in my home
and part of my life,
my door to freedom.
You keep me awake at night
and entertain me for hours,
you keep me alive.
This poem is about:
Me
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