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Book of poetry
 
Book of poetry, sits on dusty self.
Ready to dive in its old pages.
a new journey beginning
the faded page comes alive,from an old poet
still living.

like a handmade shawl, softened, well worn,
some pages torn, but waiting to be read.
powerful words, bearing poets quill marks.
treasures between the lines , awaken again

devoted readers, emotions , ready to dine.

By girlsisy

© 2017 girlsisy (All rights reserved)

 

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