For That Book

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I was walking home when I saw a building

It was old and rusty

But there were a few people walking in and out of it

I decided to go in, out of curiosity

I was greeted by smell of a aged papers with words written on it

I walked around the shelves

My fingertips brushing their spines

Scanning for something interesting

I found a book

It seems as it

Can speak to me

Telling me, "Come, speak to me"

I read it silently and solemnly

I was glad I found a friend

Who seems to have the same mind as me

We both feel the suffering in our lives

But his is more complicated for he doesn't have anyone

Then I realized that I haven't been contented with all the support around me

That I look so far that I can't see the importance just under my nose

Thank you, my friend

For helping me go through everything

Thank you, that book.

So basically that poem is for the wonderful books I have read that was there for me everyday

When I feel lonely, I only will take out my book and I am transported to another world

Unfortunately, my schedule has been packed up that I can't find a time to read a book but I don't have to worry because exams are almost over and the holidays are coming, so maybe I can read some nice books.