The heat of Africa surrounds me
The beating sun burns my back
I hear the native songs run through the earth
The vultures circle the sky above
Searching for……..
I hear my name being yelled from below
I’m forced out of the world of words
The world of imagery
The Bookworld.
The cool wind blows through my hair
I smell the salt from the water in the air
The waves crash against the cliffs in a soothing rhythm
The cold stone beneath my feet ……….
I hear a loud bang next to my ear
I’m forced out of the world of words
The world of imagery
The Bookworld.
A shaft of moonlight warmed my face
The calm lake reflected the magically dark forest
Not a sound was heard
And in the enchanting silence ……..
The crowd roars
I’m forced out of the world of words
The world of imagery
The world of talents
The world of fantasy
The world of darkness
The world of light
I was forced out of the Bookworld.
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