Take My Book And Read A Poem

In the quiet room, I take my book,

A realm of words, a poet's nook.

Pages whisper tales untold,

In simple verses, stories unfold.

Read the lines, the poet's art,

A journey through the beating heart.

Walls of time, they start to sway,

As the words dance in the poet's play.

Each stanza a window, a glimpse in time,

A rhythmic flow, a subtle rhyme.

The poet weaves a magic spell,

Breaking barriers, stories to tell.

No need for complex prose or verse,

Just simple words, like a universe.

Through the pages, the poet strides,

Breaking walls, where time abides.

So take my book, dive in deep,

Where dreams and memories softly creep.

Before the poet, time dissolves,

In the simplicity, a universe evolves.