Old stories revisited and pictures viewed,
Words known from before, inhaled and imbued.
Classics to keep inside and forever,
Authors of wisdom and words that I treasure.
Turning the pages of yesterday’s books,
Remembering when I first had a look
At fantastical writing from many admired,
Enthralled by the images their stories inspired.
Then turning to new, where words are devotion
Embracing the talent of author’s emotions.
Wondering how they find what to say
In marvellous prose and poetic array.
Searching for new meanings inside the old,
In all of the stories I’ve ever been told,
In all of the writings I’ve ever read,
That now live inside me, exist in my head.
Profusion of persons making a trail
Imparting illusion I breathe and inhale.
Delightful depictions of destiny found
In reading and sorting these books all around
On library’s shelves where they live till I find
Rediscovered treasures I keep in my mind.
scottishmomus 
In full flight today, aren’t we! A slight reminiscing mood, and very well written, thank you! 🙂
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November does that to me. Very reflective month I find. Sorting books does it too. ;)x
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Excellent. Enjoyed that so much:) I love books and they all live inside me and they helped make me who I am.
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Exactly. We drink them in or breathe them in. And then they’re part of us. :)x
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Another great one! Blessings, Natalie 😉
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Thank you, friend. :)x
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