The books that come-
what dreams they know!
They give my mind
some place to go,
Offering escape
from endless fears
And falshoods proporting
sleep sans tears.
So I am the Bookwormer
trapped in my own mind
Burrowing through
other places and time.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem and dreams is beautiful...!