Sound
Sound waves wrap around my heart
Whispering stories from the start
I fill my pages with the words
My candle burns down low
I start again by morning light
Each word I write, I hope to bring delight
To those who read between the lines
Of stories old and new
I write of people to fall in love with
Places you would wish to go
With paper and pencil, my weapon of choice
Long may the sound waves fill my pages
A paperback writer on every shelf
In coffee shops, they weave their spell
Long before eBooks took the air
Paperback writers were always there
A book in hand is better than two eBooks
The touch the smell cannot be replaced
By scrolling light to vex your eyes
No need to plug a book in to read to the end…
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