Books are Awesome
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Where do we see our true selves?
In the reflection of a mirror
That often tells us lies.
Or maybe in those around us,
Those who support and care,
Do you see what I see-
The words on a page?
My books make me feel better
After a long day.
I enter my room,
And sit in my nook,
And I turn, and I turn
The pages of my book.
Between the pages, among the ink
Among the open-eyed nights
Unfolds a world that curls and kinks
and twists in lengthy delight
Nestled in a mantle of tone
Bestowed upon the eye
Nothing is like the pages held within a binding.
They each have their own distinguishable look and smell
Old one’s, new one’s, worn one’s and torn one’s.
