[A RANDOM POEM]
One. Two. Three.
There are a lot of stories we have yet to see.
Stories filled with sadness, joy, pain, and glee.
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People we imagined, loved and smitten.
In my daily life, I would search for words.
Words that can make my heart burn.
Sentences that carved a rune in my chest.
A rune of happiness that I barely suppress.
Though in gloomy days.
Where the sunshine is dim.
I read stories that break my heart within.
Unbeknownst to me, tears have dropped off my chin.
Books are my journeys, my favored adventures.
Of life's love, fantasy and horrors.
Creators of mixed emotions.
Those feelings are akin to explosions.
Four. Five. Six.
Serenity and satisfaction in every ending.