The Books Calling
The cold, hard stare
Of a book on a shelf
Beckons to me
And to only myself
I try to find a spot to sit
So I may read and read some more
Until my eyes begin to close
And finally, I begin to snore
The Books Calling
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Tempestlady commented on The Books Calling
08-09-2009
- The peace of a private read. The act of being taken away from reality for a time. What a great escape from life. Write on...
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