The pages of the books whisper
stories, of lives not real;
of places imagined.
Yet we, she, he, they
all travel, we go into these
fantastical worlds of
literature, where we meet friends
and travel to places our passports could never
gain us entrance to.
The little girl reads in the corner of the library,
alone, yet not alone.
She giggles as she meets her new friends,
her very best friends--
only illusions, and yet so real to her young eyes.
She never wants to leave.
(c) December 2011
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