Ancient
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mikayda"Live a good story"
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Ancient

by mikayda

As I open you I hear the spine creak I see the dust fly.

My fingers brush the pages Never leaving a mark

Your story is jumping off the pages Hitting me in the face, never leaving a mark.

I close the book hearing the spine creak seeing the dust fly.

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
This his a beautiful poem about a treasured love coming straight from the heart. Simply stated and magnificently presented. Great work!!!