By Shivani
In a world overflowing with emotions and grounded in practicality, I carry the vision of a reality that transcends imagination.
In a realm saturated with fiction, I discover my truth within the pages of books.
In an environment steeped in negativity, I find my positive energy swirling around the library.
In a landscape riddled with confusion, I unearth my answers amid the intricate web of words.
In moments awash with tears, I soothe my weary eyes with the enchanting power of words.
In a life beset with questions, I uncover my truths within the leaves of a book.
All I can see is my pain mirrored in those pages; each one stained with the salt of my tears.
While I quell my anxiety through the magic of those words, a grin is effortlessly plastered on my face.
I feel the inevitable pain slicing through my heart, fragmenting it into countless pieces.
Yet, those very thoughts mend my scars with an enduring joy.
I watch my tears inscribe themselves upon the printed words.
While infusing positivity back into my existence.
I sense my heart, encased in numerous chains of locks, stifling my emotions.
As those words liberate me, unlocking the shackles with the key of freedom.
I always ponder, what could be the reason for this unforeseen acceptance?
What did I ever do to deserve this boundless love?
What kinship did I share with you to gain such profound contentment?
What step guided me along this enlightening path of wisdom?
What words can I find to express the gratitude for this treasure trove of knowledge?
How can I bestow my deepest respect upon those sacred journals?
By Shivani
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