Me and my Books
I read
My mind takes flight
Soaring through the pages
Of a favorite book
I no longer see the words in front of me
The letters that create a world
I’m in that world
Created by the author
I smell what the characters smell
Taste what the characters taste
I’m in their world
And I don’t want to leave
I distantly hear my mother calling me
But I’m to absorbed to care
I feel the pages
Between my fingers
The crinkling paper
Is oddly satisfying
I’m in a fantasy world
Where I belong
By: Ayelet Schrek
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