A castle on a cliff top high,
A maiden in distress, oh my,
All a-dance with hue and cry,
In the corner of mind’s eye.
Oh what delights can be found,
In the pages of a novel bound.
By glue and sweat and tears profound,
The words of long dead men do sound.
If all the world’s a stage,
Souls and dreams are on the page,
Trapped forever in this cage.
Warm and cosy as I sit,
To these pages I submit,
With love and peace infinite.
For here it is, with a book,
Among those pages I am took.
You will find me if you look,
Far beyond my dusty nook.
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Welcome to AllPoetry
Very deep and passionately penned in it's hidden ways.
Wonderful!
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~Manda
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