Foggy memory, held out in the air,
Hazy colors, lost words, and more,
Reaching through the breeze,
Trying to focus the lens,
To reveal the nostalgia.
Books, titles, and more,
From ages ago.
Taking worlds,
In glimpses and hours,
Even days and longer,
The experiences,
Of dimensions and universes.
Step into another shoes,
Live in another skin,
View through a stranger’s eyes.
These gifts the words give,
A vision only granted,
When the pages are turned.
Pass along the portal,
For another to enjoy.
It will open back up for you,
When it returns to your hands.
In the meantime,
The exploration spreads,
Of new and old realms.
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