In the World of Books
The world of books is where I belong
Words weave a patchwork where I get lost
The pages seem to sing me a song
Takes me away from this world of frost
Insatiable desires burn here
Engulfing tortured disconsolate soul
I live my uninhabited dreams there
That whimsical world where I wish to stroll
Both filled with lies, love, adventure, greed
Then why do I seem to fly there unbridled
And lie here with my wings that bleed
With no strength to be rekindled
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