Books
A pencil
To the paper
Worlds created
With the touch of ink
People made with
Complex personalities
Plots that thicken
And throw a reader
Astray, into the wind
A story made
That others enjoy
And read with
A hungry appetite
Eyes are glued
To the book
In front of you
As people pass
By who made
Fun of you
Because they
Do not understand
Books keep you
Sane in a world
That can’t be as great
Written on February 14, 2020
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