POEM NUMBER 818
From My Rational....
every hour slides a grain of word,
the syllable uttered,
every moment the whisperings,
passing by,
a lesson within the heart of a book,
they form every rustle in every nook
a vow i embody, like an ancient book
and
veins that breathe within bookleaves,
alike ancient anteriors....
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Saturday 14 September 2019
Great imagery and reflective thoughts on book reading, learning, and writing about it. 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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a lesson within the heart of a book/they form every rustle in every nook/a vow i embody, like an ancient book.....beautifully expressed! A fabulous poem.....................10+