The book that talked to me,
Taught me the things I couldn't see.
She talked to me about day,
She talked to me about night.
One day, she talked about,
What was wrong,
And what right.
This book talked about play,
From night to day-ish day.
From the dark to the sun's ray.
This book liked to talk to me.
One day, I started to talk,
To this book.
It all my energy took,
Because I had never done this.
All I said to this nurturing book was,
'I love you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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