Category : Poems

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Close to my heart, lay, 
a silver tinged tome
with its crumbling pages 
wrestling with the surrounding air.

And I, lay there, gazing up,
at the open sky, 
where the stars twinkle 
and set fire to my eyes.

The book starts to melt
and I, lay there, 
experiencing the ecstasy 
of being sunk into the memories 
of the melting book.