ponderously creeping
past the labyrinthine of novels
inhaling vellichor aromas
engulfed in the fantasy
of an happily ever after.
scattering sooty ashes
amidst smitten hearts
escaping childhood paranoia
dipping innocent souls
into murky pools of ink.
escaping suffocation
from the periphery of reality;
extraordinary lives hidden
beyond the abyss
of aurora and twilight.
~ bibliophile
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Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
