The Bookstore (a poem)
2014-04-25
I relish the feeling of crisp new pages,
the scent of ink in the air.
Some, may speak of enchanted places.
A handsome prince, a maiden fair.
I relish the feeling of crisp new pages,
the scent of ink in the air.
Some, may speak of enchanted places.
A handsome prince, a maiden fair.
Ever speaking of future,
my dreams I would share.
Oh the things I’d accomplish,
when I arrived there.
When at last I looked back,
it was then I did find,
my life was created,
one day at a time.
Each moment,
although a mere fraction of time,
contains a lifetime lived.
Most times I think
we choose to see
things through a filter
of what could be
Many seem content to walk
when they are made to fly
And though I walked among them
my dreams were in the sky
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