Precious Moments
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Throughout our lives there is so much time
Spent on working and managing our affairs
That not enough time is spent for ourselves
Nor time spent with all that we know care
.
How foolish we all are in our haste to succeed
Hurrying through our days and weeks
Worrying about silly and unimportant things
Never talking a few moments to just relax and read
.
Warm summer day spent with a book in hand
Words that can take us anywhere
Dreams of love and mystery at our fingertips
Poets and writers are so willing to share
.
A whole universe within our grasp
Just waiting for us to open and discover
Take the time to open and read these adventures
Waiting for us there under their covers
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A feeling of peace and contentment
Enters your inner being
With a book in your hand
Your mind on a dream
just by reading it,
we could find comfort and peace!
Always,
Deborah
David Lee Thompson
A lovely penned piece. Books are open to our hearts!
Lady Mary Ann
Quality poem.
Regis
Ron
Love ya!
Jane