Curled up by the fire side,
Hiding from the world outside.
Reading a good book,
Not thinking about being a cook.
Time flies by,
Like a slice of apple pie.
Immersed in the words on the page,
My mind is not hiding in its usual cage.
Lost in the world of books,
Every world I read keeps me hooked.
Curled up, reading, reading, reading
And loving what I am reading, reading, reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I often read being in the author's created world. Well written Emily :)