A book is a friend
A silent one, in that
Whom you can open anytime
And find enjoyment
Sorrow
Happiness
Or laughter.
A book always waits
It never grows bored with you
However, it is like a living being
Full or words and wonders
Beyond our perception.
A book would always love you
For, you had chosen it
It will never leave you
Or not let you come in
It is patient
And, does not care
How long you look at it’s many colorful images,
Both drawn on paper and in you mind.
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Paintwiththewind · Thu Mar 27, 2008 @ 06:55pm · 1 Comments |