My soul.... it's an open book. I've placed it on a shelf in your favorite nook, although my misgivings shall be mistook, I know my whispers will be the hook. For if all I have left are captured words, in leather bound... The least I could do is leave you shook.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I searched for 'vook it' & found this: 'Vooks A Whole New Wayto Read and Learn. Vooks is helping kids around the world fall in love with reading'
It's was a play on Book it.... But that's awesome.