Artchil Daug

The First Books - Poem by Artchil Daug

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.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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