I like to think of a book of mine

Lost in shelves and swallowed by time,
Long after my burdens have ceased. 
Picked up by a teen who wanders and sings
And blows off the dust which grew on its pages
In the years I’ve been consumed by my dreams. 
I like to think my far off friend
Will hold the book close to their chest;
And wander, in awe, through my joys and regrets,
And remember me long after I’m dead. 

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4 thoughts on “I like to think of a book of mine

      1. Really like it though I am a fan of your others too. Both work very well and stay with the reader. Penetrating. Xx

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