Reading a book feels like,
Connecting the dots to the sky,
Staging many plays, living many characters,
Centuries ago and decades after,
Where you meet so vivid colors,
Strokes so delicate, on the huge canvas,
Worlds no different, Yours and mine,
My fantasies syncing perfectly with your time,
Weaving magic with naive, sweet words,
No need to hide those angry li’l birds,
Heart aches when a fighting warrior dies,
No one judging you for a fool or wise,
With smile on lips and dimples on cheeks,
Prince kisses the Princess and your heart skips,
Meeting the legends, hearing their tales,
No more boundaries, no worldly jails,
It always gives you no matter what,
Waiting in the corner for you to catch up,
Reading a book, to me, feels like,
I grow wings and away I fly 