The Girl and the BookA Poem by Kimberly MillerThe Girl and the Book She drifts through life moment by moment Dulled by the lack of thrill She looks for some kind of enlightenment That won't keep her heart so still. Then there, in the corner, on the dusty shelf, Sits the leather-bound written work, That has it's own longings, kept to itself, Yet somehow it calls her to lurk. She reaches out her hand, and grasps the thick volume, Pushing away the years of dust and dross, solitary and desolation, It whispers to her, like a smoking fume, Slowly, softly, she turns the page in caution. Page by page, it speaks to her, Filling her being with meaning and joy, Like a kitten's soft purr, Or a child's new toy. She reads and reads, Her heart begins to soar, Her mind takes lead, And soon desires more. Word by word, line by line, She finds new hope behind each page, And when she closes the book, and touches the bind, She knows, she has opened up her cage. There are no words to describe this feeling, Only the readers can understand, Its like the world around you, has all new meaning, And its all waiting, on that bookstand. © 2015 Kimberly MillerReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 22, 2015 Last Updated on February 22, 2015 AuthorKimberly MillerAboutHey! I'm a teen and live in the U.S. I am homeschooled! And loving it! My hobbies are reading, writing, animals (mainly cats), listen to music and audio stories,some sewing, hanging out on Writer's C.. more..Writing
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