Epitome of Sublime
Sometimes when I am lonely, by myself
I look through the volumes on the shelf,
And try to find gems hidden in the pages
Treasures of truth written by wise sages,
Sometimes I laugh, and sometimes I cry
Single thoughts can evoke a winsome sigh,
Books, long wonderful and trusted friends
Ofttimes my transparent heart transcends,
As I re-read many stories I had forgotten
Of tragic romances and deeds misbegotten,
I lose myself in quilted coverlets of time
Reading is, for me, the epitome of sublime.
Written April 6, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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