The Magic Of Books

To read it, was to realize that magic really exists.
Far away from the crowd, in solitude, yet surrounded by many
To read it, was to realize that magic is within the pages
Flutter through them to travel the world.
To read it, was to realize that magic is between the lines
Soaring high, fearless with the wings of imagination
To read it, was to realize that magic will never cease to exist.

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