Paper And Ink

This picture reminds me of BLOSSOMS bookstore!

Like every morning that greets with drops dew

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'.

-R.

"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