Wet leaves on the ground and the crickets sings
Outside an old library full of magical books.
Warm and cozy;
Imaginations wild;
Bring me farther ;
Away from the world of reality.
Silently in the old library
A book was opened
Images pour out from the book
Pulling me instead.
I saw the world in the book
A magical world
A world I’d love to be in forever
And never will I came back.
I make myself a home
In the magical old library.
Alone yet not lonely
Accompanied by friends surround me
Who lived a hundreds years older
Full of stories to share
Only with me and to whom who loves them.
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