Books
Books
Sitting by the window
On a lovely summer day
Held in magical sway
Trance- like, ascending.
Books carry me on angel wings
To distant lands, across oceans and streams
On pebble sands,
Across rushing rivers
Skies dusted with stars
Through battles and wars
Triumphs and scars.
Down memory lane
Golden sunshine, autumn rain
Joy, bliss, sorrow and pain.
Swirling in magical realms
Into land of dreams
Books! Panacea for all ills,
My therapy and pills
My richest treasures, my pride
My friend, mentor and guide.
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