The Book

A poem written by me for World Book Day, two years ago.



I traveled in amazing worlds,
I’ve met the heroes of the past,
I don’t know what the future holds
I’ve seen the possible tie fast

And many destinies in row
Under my eyes their dance beginning,
In a continuous, endless flow
From their creators’ minds kept streaming.

Some say: ”Why open it at all?
It’s all inventions, maybe lies.”
But with their charm in love we fall
And live with them thousands of lives.

Do not deny this precious line
Set between ages and connections,
Between the blessing and the time
A present for the generations.

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