The Book
The Book
When my visions and sounds escape
To that quiet place
And all the collisions of the day
Stray away
My body can consume the every word
For, nothing is blurred
Purporting into another adventure and land
And my mind is placed in anothers hand
The teller is my guide
With the nightlight by my side
Seeking quests to only be told
By the book that lies under my nose....
Copyright © Tammy Flanagan | Year Posted 2012
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