Is it the people who read, or the writer's words?
The hook to eyes, the ears, or the feet?
Catch a glimpse, take a stroll, our heart is the scene.
Let the wind slice your hair,
let the sun pierce and glare,
let the noise be silent and still,
let the fear send your spine to chill
A book is a read, a muted movie clip.
A book is a seed, what we sow, we reap.