|This picture reminds me of BLOSSOMS bookstore!|
A book is this life, every day its page bright new
Doors now open to call me with their magic spell
Of a world where tales live more than they all tell
Stories many in this big paradise I thank and take
Lines left to read, my thoughts that wait to wake
Words many in tunes now talk with my happy heart
Springs a joy in the mind that shall now never part
Friends now I can make, no fairy or angel shall send.
The last leaf smells as afresh,well in every 'the end'.
"You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend."- Paul Sweeney