The Magic of Books
Each story, each book
Is like a dear friend
With pages upon pages
Of adventure and discovery
Of learning and falling a little
Bit in love
With characters and stories
You’ll savor and remember.
Line after line
The images take form
With surprises and mysteries galore.
We watch our new friends
Toil and fall
Powerless to help
But shouting in our heads.
The last page of a
Great book is always
A bit bittersweet
As goodbyes often here
But you can always return
To this mystical world
With one little flick
Of a worn cover.
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