The Books Calling

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The Books Calling

The cold, hard stare
Of a book on a shelf
Beckons to me
And to only myself
I try to find a spot to sit
So I may read and read some more
Until my eyes begin to close
And finally, I begin to snore

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Tempestlady commented on The Books Calling

08-09-2009

The peace of a private read. The act of being taken away from reality for a time. What a great escape from life. Write on...

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Gothikness’s Poems (27)

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Looking Back on it All 1
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~Reflection~ 1
Dear Sweet Misery 3
No Longer Home 2
~Untitled~ 1
Dear Diary... 1
Stay Strong 1
A Smile 1
Step-Mother 1
Cutting Edge 0
The Books Calling 1
True Friends 2
Personal Depression 2
Going On 0
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The Abyss 1
Shadows 2
Fire Burning 1
Baby Teagan 1
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Suicide Prevention 1
I'll Be There 2