• fairytales_ 92w


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    I read

    In the early dawn
    far from a crowd
    beneath a serene tree
    hiding like a kid

    I flip the pages
    which is so rare
    willing to glare
    like a prayer

    I chant verses
    shirking senses
    times halts
    when books
    tricks fast

    thin papers
    made of threads
    the more you
    stitch the tighter
    it fetches

    I read from
    breaking dawn
    to the departed dusk
    lost on thoughts

    fallen for words
    pages filled with
    galaxies more
    like a mystery