Journey to the books
In the morning I wake
The window shows a lake
Just getting down from the stairs
To have a milkshake
Gathering up my goods
And struggling through the woods
To see how the market looks
It’s a journey to my books
I’m just seeing all the shops
People who mind their jobs
Some people out for a walk
And the people buying mops
I just want a mirror to see my looks
It’s a journey to my books
Finally, I now reached the Library
To read my favourite books on bravery
No one needs a particular look
It was a lovely JOURNEY TO MY BOOKS
This poem is publish in the book "through the eyes"
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