Books
are more than just ink and paper—more than just stories.
They
are the best and most loyal of friends.
They
are teachers and counselors,
Inducing
tears and laughter,
Giving
hopes and dreams.
They
are a hope and a haven.
They
are love and adventure,
The
bridge to other worlds.
They
let one live and die with the heroes pressed between the pages,
They
filled my childhood and my memories.
They
are the only real magic.
They
are the wings of the heart.
Mental editing thing: Reverse the order of the poem to start broad and get more narrow.
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