We are all books. And each in us are pages whether wrinkled, torn, fabricated or freshly formed.On each page is the ink of our life and the images of our life.In every book for every person there are differnt languages, interrpretations of the many actions that took place in the lives of humans, meanings that shape the structure of our book and a cover that defines us all that people look at when they first greet us or see us. Some books are old and some are new but regardless they are all books filled with pages, languages, meanings and 'life'. In these books are multiple ideas that are sometimes forgotten and left behind whereas others are studied and made famous. It is all by which is within the interior of the book that gives true knowledge. Some books are lost forever and some kept forever yet each was once read. ALL of us are books sometimes read incorrectly based off wrong references from other books and other times particularly rarely ever we books are read correctly and that is when true knowledge is understod. Eventually we will wrought and never be read again but so... new ones will be written. What is is important is what is written in your book so that your words never grow old that your images never perish that your ideas never die.
For all of us are books and it all depends on what kind you are and what is written inside you that flogs the minds of other books that keep them remembered. We are all books just waiting to be read.
this comparison of our life with books is just wonderful. loved it from the first word to the last. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so read me right and I will well done