Living Books
Different shapes & sizes.
Only a few pages thick,
Another endless in the studying.
Some read like most on the shelf.
Others,
Elegance beyond comparison.
Covers maybe average,
Rough,
Soft leather ,
Artistic in the modern.
Nevertheless,
Reading tells all.
Time can only flavor.
Not speed reading,
Skipping every other word,
Fatal judgement can occur.
Heart from God can only give eyes to see the words are true in reading.
Every volume that breathe are not met to be handled by any.
Some are clothed in cobwebs for long spells.
Understanding cannot be discovered,
Because of inner beauty.
Sooner or later,
Time shows kindness.
With speechles speaking of,
"O my Lord! Invigorating! Day old traditional molding reading has been
surpassed!"
Beneath the belly of dust to dawn and anything in between,
No living book goes unread in delight or otherwise thoughts from the mind's
eyes.
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