The smell of smoke, a hint of danger
The chance meeting with a stranger,
Are the essence of the book.
You read aloud when no ones with you.
But quietly, you start to whisper
As the story takes its grip.
You reach the climax of the chapter
Your breath comes quickly with the rapture
That the writer has invoked
As the story moves a pace
A plot line you begging to trace and
Characters clear defined
Bold as life in your mind
Carries you in there embrace.
YOU ARE READING
Magic Words
Şiir‘Magic Words’ is a collection of poems, prose and short stories. Some are just funny, some somber, while others touch the heart.
