There is no Frigate like a book
To take us lands away
Nor any courses like a page 
Of prancing poetry-
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll-
How frugal is the chariot
That bears the human soul ✍✍




I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
In the world between the covers of books,
Such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
Such staggering peace,
Such enormous laughter,
Such and so many binding bright lights,
Splashing all over the pages✍✍✍
Words👣, words👣, words👣