when a book arrives
with its new book look,
and its new book smell,
but fits right in
with all the other books
on the shelf,
you cannot help but wish
that it could happen
to us people as well-
to belong without losing
your own true self!
©Aaysid
“I don’t even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.”
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
A wonderful poem with a feeling of deep expression! Well done. Great words of Wisdom!
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
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You are welcome!
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