Last Sunday I wrote a blog-post titled My Little
Bookcase, that’s how I was inspired to write this little poem about reading feels.

Read To Feed Your Mind

I read of eternity

Bookcases filled of phrases
Bookshelves filled of elves
Through these lands of magic
And through these dreamy minds
I read of eternity, of forever
Lost in the moment, serendipity

I fly inside shapeless ovnis
Whose wings are made of steel
I plunge into deep oceans
That are made of sugary water
Upon teary skies
That never cease to feel

I dodge out mesquineries
And avoid these treacheries
Roaming upon candy skies
Inside of these stories
On these other planes of existence
Where everything is so beautiful
As all words come alive
Behind the window of my curious eyes
Right into a hungry mind
Crowded with eluded thoughts
Clothed of stories that can't be
But that can fly me away
To another bigger moon
That’s dressed in the colours 
Of the imagination, of its authors 

Bookcases filled of phrases
Bookshelves filled of elves.

-Eiravel-