My bookshelf, the sanctum
Where there lay dormant gems
Embracing hundreds of worlds.
Unfolding one world
Gazing at the letters
Masquerading as words, phrases,
Sentences and paragraphs.
Don't run around,
I'll chase you throughout.
Words of worlds knocking my imagination
Letting them join my world with approbation.
Grasping yet not grasping
Withering and blooming
Every new facet I discover
How delicious, I shiver.
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