A change is predicted .
What is promised me
Through what tingles, besides
For static in air.
A charioteer's offer;
Storm-wheeled, to enter.
I am low. He knows it.
To life, numb resigned.
Whilst in looking ahead
Is past enduring.
Of a great jolt or two
Needful. Fear-blazed through!
Spirit-rouser! Who'll not
Let those hours to drag.
Night's exciter! Above
All a street-spilt verve.
Shouts down: "no humour's loss
Griefs to winds who toss!"
No matter how much they tried
No matter how many voice effects
How many sound tracks
How many heart and soul they put in their work
It will never
It can’t be
They won’t be able to perform
To act
To visualize the images the author has drew
Into the reader’s mind
The affections, the feelings
The author sent to the reader’s heart
To the reader’s mind, heart and soul
A book is a combination of letters
Written for a reason
A reader is a combination of ideas
Thought about
A book which is not a movie
Can express what is more than images
What is softer than music
What is exciter than tales
A book which is not a movie
Has the power to attract
The rope to pull
The reader closer
To what is in the next chapter…
the ride home.a bumpy road.i saw her,next to lowes.what a doe i thought,i bought
her inches,now she pinches me sides.eyes wide awake,i fake the night.
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