I.
We.
One book.
Separate pages.
Distinct contexts.
Bookmarked.
Dog-eared.
At different times.
II.
She checks herself out
From her personal library,
Based only on what she sees;
For she was not like a cover,
But more of a book jacket,
Comfortable and beautiful.
III.
He always buys books
From the wandering peddlers;
There is more than one town
On his nightstand.
©Aaysid
Loved the flow. Beautifully weaved. Also, for some reason my imagination doesn’t see people anymore. Instead there are books everywhere…
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Thank you so much. 😊❤ I can relate to what you have said. Books seem even better than people sometimes. 😊
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I couldn’t agree more… 😉
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Loved these. ❤️❤️❤️
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I am glad you did. Thank you so much, Grace. 😊❤
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Truly my pleasure.💕
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You always bring a big smile to my face, Aaysid. I love that last line. Beautiful, my dear friend. ❤
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That is so kind of you, Jeff. Thank you so much. 😊❤
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You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always. 🤗❤
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Welcome 🙂
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Woww..! Very beautifully written..! Amazing..!
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That’s really generous of you. Thank you so much. 😊
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Wow..! You’re a sweetheart..! You’re very kind..! It’s my pleasure..!🤗
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