fantasy world

 something distracting you from all your worries,

the feeling of living a fantasy,

with pheonixs and unicorns,

with wizards and queens on thrones,

making you feel less alone.

traveling in worlds unknown,

reading till your eyes are sore,

but your heart still wants more.

all those unimaginable things that lure

leaving you allured.

it feels like a warm hug,

one that makes you feel loved,

it is but a book,

changing the way the world looks.

"a pen is mightier than a sword" they say,

and i couldn't agree more

the smell of a new book, nothing can beat

the feeling of paper on which the author dreamt

can still be felt

losing yourself in the plot,

oh what a lovely feeling it is,

to be lost








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