Yesterday
a book
so tightly
closed.
Everythig
so vague
a secret.
Today
somehow
the book
magically
opened.
There
before
my eyes
appeared
a clear
script.
The
writing
so
liquid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This reminds me of how books bring things to life for me. I've loved reading since I was a child. My fav stanza: ...Everythig so vague a secret...