Cracked, weathered papers,
Wrinkled like the skin of an old man
Worn corners and edges
Worlds and legends held tight in the pages.
Many voices call
From the faces trapped inside.
Love and fear and excitement
Easily trek alongside.
Warmth and safety are illusions
Brought forth by this book.
It holds a beckoning promise
But its empty hands outstretched.
The story whisks minds away
Wonderful, bright, curious
Willing to be absorbed into the words.
It takes hearts and souls alike
Melds minds together
Bends and warps reality
Defying all logic and time.
The letters stand with importance
Together forming words with strength,
Strength enough to defeat armies and repair societies.
Answers are sought
And some may be found
From this book of secrets
With a beating heart, alive with wisdom.
This book is not one, but many stories.
With the passion of romance
The thrill of adventure and horror
The intrigue of mystery
And the foreboding of knowledge.
The book is alive with wisdom
If only it is held correctly.
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