A book is like a running deer
Fleet of foot, graceful as a gentle doe
Leaping through, its fallen leaves
Faster than the speed of light
Through fallen thought, intrepid sight
The inner lighted sheaves, give hope:
Pages calling swift with fleeing shapes
Concepts running free yet holding me
Poem
from a Sequence:
A
Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 34
Part 1 # 34
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The
Bookmark Project
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