I must leave the world behind me

To find my breath once more

Thoughts scatter in the noise of the day

While the spirit wilts against the harshness of commerce

An escape is waiting for me

Hidden among shelves and pages

A magic of shapes dancing before me

To whisper spells and take me to new places

Time stops

Vanishing with all of nature’s laws

As I slide into the comfort

Of other worlds

Imagination breathing once more

As I leave sharp distraction behind ~ Caroline A. Slee


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