POETRY
Book Lover
Sonnet on a Reader’s POV
The room was filled with the sound of pages turning,
And gentle rustle of paper, soft and kind,
As the generous reader sat, her heart yearning,
Engrossed in the latest tale she hoped to find.
There was an air of peace, a tranquil scene,
A sanctuary where the soul finds repose,
Where worlds unfurl, and dreams are evergreen,
Words weave magic that only a true book lover knows.
With each flip of a page, her spirit soared,
Lost in the realms that words alone create,
A connoisseur of literature, adored,
Sharing her love, a gift she'd always sate.
Her generous heart, like ink upon a page,
Unveiling truths within this grand literary stage.
In fiction's embrace, she found solace deep,
A refuge from the chaos of the day,
With each plot twist, her heart would gently leap,
Enchanted by the author's words, she'd stay.
Her love for books, a flame that brightly burned,
A torch illuminating paths unknown,
Through forests dark, her fervent mind would turn,
And guide her through the realms she called her own.
Within her presence, wisdom's whispers thrived,
She cherished each word, each story's melody,
Her generosity, a gift derived,
From sharing tales, her heart's true alchemy.
In her, the beauty of literature unfurled,
A beacon of light in a book-filled world.
