Lost in a Good Book
Lost in a Good Book
Warmth on your shoulders down to your toes.
A sip of delight abiding your prose.
Cheery, cozy, relaxing the senses.
Stress no longer relentless.
//
Firelight crackles,
No mental shackles.
These moments so rare,
Beautiful and fair.
//
Favorite spot, blankets and pillows,
Whisked away as you imagine willows.
The imagery real,
Feeling surreal.
//
The next page,
Sets a new stage.
Is this a happy ever after?
Will it be filled with laughter?
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Sinking deeper into your rest,
Feeling ever so blessed.
The writer who took the time to share,
Removes your every care.
//
Content on this cheery day.
Wishing you could always stay.
In this nook,
With your favourite book.
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