So She Read

The pages bellowed
as she read,
the words mingling
with her untouched world.

Her mind opened,
her soul awakened,
when the voices of authors
stole her innocence.

“I would rather be half
of what I am,”
she offered,
“than be free of words.”

So she read,
as childhood slipped away—
age settling upon her—
in her world of literature. 

The End

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