Ode To A Book
Your words they dance across the page
Your cover is ragged and
scarred
I loved the way the spine was torn a cracked.
Tucked under my
pillow, ready for the morning.
I remember the bold, gold title tect
The black stong words inside
The
authors name in bold silver
The way imagination embraced me.
After I read the final words
"The End"
Your words they dance across the page
Your cover is ragged and
scarred
I loved the way the spine was torn a cracked.
Tucked under my
pillow, ready for the morning.
I remember the bold, gold title tect
The black stong words inside
The
authors name in bold silver
The way imagination embraced me.
After I read the final words
"The End"
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