Oh how beautiful they are!
How luscious and lovely they are
All I can do is sit and stare
As they twist and turn
As they burn!
They burn themselves into my mind
And I love it, I savor it
I reach out for them
I only want to touch them
Oh, to hold them would be a wonder!
I stretch out my hand hoping to grasp them
But no they are gone
The beautiful images flee from my mind
And I am left only to reminisce
Gone . . . .
Until I turn the page
And read again
The beauty . . . . the Words

 
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