Read To Me About Life - Poem by Adam Harding
Read to me about life
for I know not what these words mean.
Are they but curving ink on paper
or is there something
that I cannot understand,
that I cannot comprehend,
which makes them beautiful?
Tell me the tale that the letters weave,
a web of wonder which does no good
for the illiterate, the few who know not.
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