A Book Without Pages Poem by alan brown

A Book Without Pages

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We look out of our windows
on a bright clear summers day.
And find that all is cheerful
as we watch our child at play.

But somewhere in the distance
we hear a faint rumbling sound
As the water laps on the sea shore
this is our world abound.

The peace was overpowering
on such a glorious day.
But we could still hear that rumble
although it was far away.

Then, and without warning
The sea rose up in aw
Like a ten story building
it headed for the shore.

We ran like bolts of lightning
to make our only child safe.
But the water overcome us
and took us to out fate.

So if you see the book of life
floating near at hand.
Don, t open the sodden covers
As there's no pages to understand.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: holocaust
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 05 April 2018

Looking through window we find cheerful scenery and moments in life. Every glorious day gives peace. Book floats near hand and there's no pages to understand. This poem is excellent, amazing and really brilliant one...10

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