The pages of old books
Have a different kind of smell
Yellowing with age
But holding on so well.
People live and die
But their words live on
Through the books that they write
Even though they are gone.
And reading a book
Is like reading someone’s mind
you never really know
Just what you might find.
Their feelings and their thoughts
Penned down onto a page
Words from an era past
Phrases from a different age.
She flipped through the stories
That took her places never seen
And she fell in love with them
Even though she had never been.
Lived a thousand lives in one
Through the books that she read
She felt the characters’ joy
She felt the characters’ dread.
Between the pages of a book
Is her favourite place to be
For books don’t just go with you
You’re taken on their journey.
So pick up a copy
Of an old aging book
Immerse in that world
Right from your own cozy nook.
A fun little adventure
As you enter the paper land
Sip on some tea
And let your mind expand.
It’s your own journey, this
Away from the crowds
So enjoy your time
In this land above the clouds.
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