
In the closed book
Lies a story
Of past memories
mixed with fantasy
Eyes read the written
Words conjure the picture
Mind weaves the stories
Some regular, some crazy
In that lies that white house
with that fence, bright green
Those flowers in the garden
Rose, lily, daffodils and daisy
Those thoughts and feelings
Anger, envy and love
Those relations and conversations
Some silent, some noisy
That gentle touch
And that savage grope
The cold and the warmth
Sometimes harsh, sometimes cozy
The two minds meet
The writer and the reader
On the pages, in the closed book
And there somewhere lies the Story
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Yeah..it’s so true 👍….very nice 👌
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