Saturday, November 24, 2012

My characters will come right out of this cover

The party's over... In just a bit
This place will be quiet, and solemn and lit
By the last rays of sun as the evening descends
And I'll miss you all, for now we are friends

And as you leave here, you'll be taking with you
A big part of me, the best, the most true: 
As the pages will rustle, take a good look
For my story unfurls as you open this book

My characters will come right out of this cover
They're now in your hands, mother, father, child, brother
Even in silence, catch the music of words 
Hear me at nightfall... No more chirping of birds... 


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