A Precious Story

Books, a precious story.

Page after page turns as the plot gets thicker.

vivid imagery takes my mind to a far off place, a new world is created.

A world only I can enter, filled with things that exist only in my wildest dreams.

To this world I can escape when my mind turns spiritless with no company.

I want not for T.V. or technology, books can sate me.

Water, food, and a shelter I need;

books, I want.

 

 

 

 

 

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