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11/22/18
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A whisper brushes past your ears
Open the book
It's a portal into strangeness
Uniqueness only found in words
A frigate for your soul
You choose
A story someone gave you
And flipping through the pages
The sound of paper and the smell
Of old books
Transports you to a world
Where everything is different.
You read red
You see blood drip down the princess's crown.
You read blue
You see the eyes of the boy who fell down.
You read hearts
You feel your own beat its beats.
You read song
You can hear the notes of the harp.
Well, did you?
YOU ARE READING
Neon
De Todo(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
