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.

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