With words, I escape my world,
Tumbling down a rabbit-hole
Into a place that is free
Where roam my memories.
I forget my woes and rejoice in prose.
Nobody knows where I go
But it's beauty and madness
Behind a hardcover; a light
Where pages come alive.
Fluttering their wings, longing to be read,
To expose so many thoughts left unsaid;
I observe these words and pick them like flowers
Their beauty ensnares my soul for hours.
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