The Book Poem by Daisy Lyne Thakerby

The Book



He is a book
With a beautiful title
And a flawless cover.
But alas, the cover is shut
With no way to delve in and read.

I crack him open
But, quickly, like teeth,
He snaps back shut.

One day, when this closed book is willing
I will take in the story
He holds so tight.

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