What is it that I love
On an Island that no one know
The seeds of sorrow a shipwreck sowed
To nip these off at the bud
Let me tell you what I love
The books of old would do just fine
To help me pass the spacious time
From darkess night doth I read
These dusty tomes set me free
They break the chains that life hath made
Releasing me from this pain
The ache of love, the distress of loss
The doubt life and death insured
through these pages I do soar
And leave this world forever more
This poem is about:
Me
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