And when you find her,

lost in a book,

I know you wonder,

Why is she smiling,

at some random piece of paper?

So for sure you call out to her,

say her name,

but she doesn't listen, does she?

for that girl?

is diving deep into the folds of,

someone else's mind,

experiencing first encounters,

that she knows,

will stay with her for a life time,

she treads new paths,

follows every adventure,

before returning home,

almost content with the tales,

a bitter sweet feeling though,

still gripping her chest,

It ended too soon!

or so she complains.

She laughs she cries,

she gets to live so many lives,

and all you hear,

is the sound of pages turning,

rustling like fallen leaves,

as she plays with

those pages in her hands,

wandering through worlds,

fading

into those lands.

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