National poetry month: 6

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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