Sunday, November 16, 2014

Poem Final

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

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