Tis a beautiful thing
Your pages ruffling at me
The new smell of books
Wafting in my nose
And I sink
Melting on syllables and verse
Daydreaming in black ink
Inviting colors
Canary yellow
Or brick red
Sitting on my bed
I am wed to you
Bound to hardcover
To the last page
You are jealous
Of books on shelves
But I am a lover of literature
Monday, April 26, 2010
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Hey WG,
I so enjoy what you write "Daydreaming in black ink". I just want to say thank you for your beautiful expressions in words!!!:0
Literature defined in its worthy form.
The love affair with literature, a beautiful tribute...
I love your work, your words dance in my head
It is a beautiful thing. You've captured literature's pull on the spirit so well here.
As a reader, I just loved this poem!
This poem captures my heart. from cover to cover :}
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