A Book And A Woman - Poem by Danny Ballan
She turns yet another leaf-
Another story she revealed;
Another secret is deeply sealed,
And more deeply she dives
Into the characters’ lives
In this little time so brief.
The pages flow like a cascade
Bringing down all the past
Splashing on her face so fast
Telling her story in a page
And her dreams last an age
Until the last leaf would fade.
She is now a different woman:
She lived and died; between her hands
A world only she really understands-
A secret smile or a fleeting tear
Would pass swiftly like a spear,
Only her imagination would summon.
In one moment she had the whole world,
And she’d forfeit this feeling for no one.
Nobody around knows what’s been done-
A life mingled with truth and fiction,
A mind swinging to and from addiction,
A book in the hands of a woman never grows old.
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