The Book I Read

“Between the pages of a book is a lovely place to be.”

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So I read a book and tears sprung

The story touched me, the words just stung

Somewhere, in between the pages, somehow

Somewhere, between the beginning and now

I had entered the world the author had portrayed

From the realm of reality I had strayed

Into the caverns of a world fictional

But the pain that I felt appeared real

It was as if unbeknownst to me 

I had developed a relationship, strangely

With the protagonist, and as I read

I was vicariously living her life instead

When she was heartbroken, I felt the pain

At night, I dreamt about her again

Imagined myself in her place, I confess

Replayed in my mind her abject distress

Such was the power of the book I had read

Of thousands, this was the one where tears were shed…

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When I read a book, it matters not to me

Its place in literature, old or contemporary

Or its place on the bestselling list of any kind

A good book is one that resonates with my mind

That draws me inside until I attain a state of unison

With the characters in it, when there is a fusion

Between my world and that in the pages contained

There are such books, my enthusiasm has not waned

Therefore, from reading, I am always trying to find

The book that would impress my heart and mind..

 

 

 

 

 

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