Reading

Mon, 10/08/2012 - 21:10 -- MoRaBr

I open the book slowly
Savoring the feel of the pages
And the aroma of fresh ink
I take a breath and plunge in.

Savoring the feel of the pages
Each one slips throuh my fingers
I take a breath and plunge in
And say hello to the familiar faces.

Each one slips through my fingers
I continue further and further
And say hello to the familiar faces
Who wave and welcome me.

All too soon I've reached the end
And the aroma of fresh ink
I bid them good-bye and promise my return
I open the book slowly.

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