The freedom to read a book ends
When I think.
Thoughts are,
Unwelcome guests in the reading room.
They are intruders, though.
When they peek in,
No book remains a book alone,
And no freedom remains innocent.
When I think.
Thoughts are,
Unwelcome guests in the reading room.
They are intruders, though.
When they peek in,
No book remains a book alone,
And no freedom remains innocent.
7 comments:
wow...so there completes the circle ..beautifully written
hmmm... what that is certainly something to think about :)
Thank you Rohiniji, and Kay...meaning exists only when there are eyes to be looked by, ears to hear, and minds to be pondered by.
beautiful
thougtful lines
thank you ..
So true...
You've been busy with your posts...I have some catching up to do here....(smile) I'm happy to see the diverse writing creativity of these posts.
Your Tia
Oh, thank you Tia Terri. Writing makes me smile.
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