GloPoWriMo Entry 6 – The Book

I have always been an avid reader and today something had me thinking of when I was younger and my mother’s soup. The produce of those thoughts: The Book.


The Book

Wrapped around with a woolen shawl
She would always bring a bowl of soup
Mushroom, to warm me up in winter
As I burnt the midnight oils
Deciphering transcripts of yester year
Visualising the aroma of antiquity
An anthology of luminescence
The unveiling of knowledge.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies…

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