You filled my book, page after page;
Yellowed cover, frayed binding,
Pressed wild flowers into chapters
Wayward trance recto, verso
And I ran hungrily, singing your songs
Your dreamy toes etched bewitching
Silent tales of sun drenched seaside
Verse, chorus, bridge and refrain
Golden diamonds splattered again
And I ran greedily, gathering them all.
Those verses, chorus, and refrain
I sing and hum them many times.
Those chapters, yellowed cover,
Wild flowers, wayward trance,
I search for them in books some times.
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