Books are like doorways,
That open into new lands,
As you walk through one,
You enter an author’s hands.
Sometimes they temp you,
To delve further in,
Often they tease you,
Make you giggle and grin.
Writers may grasp you,
Holding on with firm grip,
Others build tension,
Before letting rip.
Books are like mirrors,
Reflecting your dreams,
Sometimes a great story,
Is not what it first seems.
Books filled with fiction,
Can make you feel good,
So go pick one up,
You know that you should.
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hello Jamie, wow! I love your take on what books are to you and what they mean to you, thanks for sharing a great post! Alicia
Love this! You’ve perfectly summed up what books mean to me – they can be so many different things, but they’re all great! Thanks for sharing.
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Beautiful poem. As a life long book lover, I can definitely relate to this x
Ah this is beautiful and I couldn’t agree more, summed up what books mean to me perfectly 🙂 x
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I love this, and it’s so true. It can be such a rollercoaster popping in and out of someone else’s world for an hour or two.
Perfectly put. Thanks for reading.
Loved the poem. It reminded me of walking through mazes and discovering where and what one leads to. Great depiction of authors ability to invoke something in you. Xx
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Thank you.