I have been reading some fabulous books lately, and this week’s poem is in praise of authors, stories and the joys of reading.
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On the bench
Reading your tales I’m not here
on the bench.
I’m a rider, a fighter,
a Queen.
Alone no more,
I’m in battle,
at war.
I am moved; transported,
I’m in awe.
I’ m not in my sunny garden, but in the middel of a myrder. 🙁