Books Poem by Emily Heath

Books



I am flying, soaring above the sea,
Look, look, look at me.
But wait, this is not true
All I really see is you
In my mind, it's dark, and far away,
But in life, I'm here, it's bright as day
Because in books, you never know,
What you'll find or where you'll go
So, surrender, surrender to your mind
And leave the real world far behind.

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