They mirthfully would dance with glee. They cried, and then they laughed at me. They came and went throughout each day. Those unscribed poems just slipped away. Books Books are ships that carry men around the earth.
Books are vessels rolling by with tales of mirth.
Books are derelict hulks that bear a gloomy tale telling of those lives that once were ships in sail. Books are frigates fighting for the cause they hold. Books are freighters bearing deeds that worlds unfold. All rights reserved.