A lovely poem by Sumyanna about the power the books and the written word.
As all stories do,
they must come to an end
there is a finish, you see –
and you wait for it
just as you turn that last page
or when you start to read
that last chapter
but often, even the author
does not understand its meaning.
When he fills the page in glorious detail
even he, is witness to the curious tale.
Once written, it cannot be erased
and hopefully, it will not be forgotten
for someone somewhere has been touched
by the very lines that have been written
and perhaps, just a little
the writer’s heart has been smitten too.
To think that it were the end of the story
that when you close a book
there is a certain death
is not to know the curious power of a word.
You may think – it is absurd,
but it’s true.
Every word is a seed,
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