Saturday, October 17, 2015

Reading books

Sometimes you read a glorious sentence
That lands like a heavy thing
In slow motion with a cloud of dust
As it hits the floor of your mind.
An exceeding heavy thing
That you relish the thought of having discovered
And you walk around it enjoying the magnificent
Every corner of it.
Then you underline it
And turn the page
A richer woman.

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