Turning Over

Turn the page
Descend into a dusty attic
Of memories long forgotten
Of carefree nights,
Bent over candlelight
Reading tales of fantasy
Of dreams woven into Gossamer threads,
held together By the binding ties
Of childhood innocence.
Inhale that indescribable scent
Of paper creased with familiarity
Where plots and characters come alive
And create new worlds in your mind.
Take off on a voyage
On a paper boat, swim with the sharks
In an ink black sea; soak in the warmth
Of the beauty of verse, of poetry that flows
Like a stream of thoughts that know no bounds.
Turn page after page after page after page
to craft moments tempered with
the heady scent of nostalgia.

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