Insightful

The feeling of the pages
upon fingertips
holding them, books
treasure chests
crack open
robbing them of words
my eyes absorb each story
nothing is like holding a book in hands
curling up within a fuzzy blanket
Trade roles and scenery, a vacation
I am a collector of books
thousands, I own thousands
caressing their spines
Allow my fingertips explore
and my eye gorge themselves
I am blessed with the many pathways
my books provide me

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