The Escape Poem by D. S. Jones

The Escape



Escape with me these snow flocked trees
From down-filled quilts that warm,
To sunny skies where stories lie
In a palace of books this morn.
What a pleasure to visit old friends we've known
There are gems and jewels to find
Between the pages, well-worn with age
Such pleasure is so sublime.

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written 12-14-13
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