Page by page
This story unfolds
Letter by letter
This book is written
The pages are frosted
With this winter storm
The lines have started to fade
With the howling wind
But the ink is still fresh
And the moment still clear
This hard cover book
Won't just sit on the shelf
This book written with care
Won't just disappear
It won't just collect dust
The pages will be dog-eared
This book is like no other
It is its own story
No one will tear these pages
Or burn the words away
This storybook so dear
Will wilt away in time
This novel so rare
Will dissolve with the ages
But for now
Let this heart be heard
Let this story be read
For books live on even when the author is dead
G.R. 2013
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Songs of the Soul
PoetryThe soul sings in many different ways. Poetry is one way that I express those songs. This book is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some are just for fun. Some are those songs put into words. This is my heart and soul put into wor...
