Books…a poem

Reading, Bookworm, Man, Books, Learning

to hold a book in our hands
to feel its weight
to shut out the world
and it’s problems
by getting lost
in the pages
of a different reality
to run our fingers
over the texture
of the paper
and inhale the aroma
of an open text
to write our thoughts
in the margins
and hide important
things inside

a book is a feast
for the senses

holding a piece
of plastic
just isn’t the same

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