Books on travels,
travelling books,
as the world unravels,
with its little nooks,
set the light free,
talk to me
in simple symbols,
travel me to your pages,
give me those angles,
I will cherish in ages,
eyes I do not possess,
color the world I confess;
Be for me a good witch,
infused, turn on the switch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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