I, the book

I sharpened my edges on the spikes of sorrow

But inked them with splashes of endless rapture.

They shine under the moonlit sky,

Sparkle in sun blazing light.

Deep in the creamy pages lay glittering secrets,

Concealed with shy smiles, clumsy moves and untamed laughs:

Curiosity unquenched,

Wild hopes unabashed.

I buried my diamonds

In a sea of black ink.

Wrote a nervous tale

With my glimmering tears.

I am a book of dark cover,

White pages and soft whispers,

Shimmering words and vibrant glees.

🍂

© Kémy

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