A book is like a tree in
me, these pages are its leaves
Its deeply planted story-root, grows within my soul
Its trunk its message, till
its branches reach my heart
That there in blossomed life,
its fruits and flowers thrive
Till it find that place
its own, where its inner seeds hide
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 4
Part 1, # 4
(C) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
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