The Book
The book that I read
is blank indeed.
For the words I see
is mist from the sea.
The pictures that stare
just fate in the air.
Of people and places
only shadows and traces.
Pages upon pages
skimming through ages
Your message sublime
found etched in time.
Copyright © Era Wegad | Year Posted 2020
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