Sunday, November 16, 2014

Poem Draft 2

They are the wings of the heart.
They are the only real magic.
They let one live and die with the heroes pressed between the pages.
The bridge to other worlds.
They are love and adventure.
They are a hope and a haven.
Inducing tears and laughter,
They are teachers and counselors,
They are the best and most loyal of friends.
Books are more than just ink and paper—more than just stories.

Editing thing: The wording needs a bit of fine tuning in places. 

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