A book is a good friend.
Let’s you relax, in its wondrous world of words.
Pushes away the mundane.
Like a secret garden
it conjures up memories, long forgotten,
images of escape.
Tender longings for sweet summer days,
white out winter’s, stormy nights;
forgotten words in subtle harmony find their way into your inner self. Ts
Qui scribit bis legit. He who writes reads twice.
Photo/ Yellow Brugmansia my garden/ Text