| As kids
in kindergarten,we Never know how beautiful It is to read.Haunted spontaneously By the supposed evil of reading As we are called to do it.We Tend to hate the people that Are involved.Labelling them evil people. |
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| But the
passage of time erodes The hatred we have for it. Filling us with joy each time We are called to do it,with the Belief that behind the printed Words lies the wisdom and power To shape and turn the world. |
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| As we
dig into the printed Words everyday,we unearth the Wisdom that has been buried Tens of thousands of years Ago and make use of them for The betterment of the world. And we and the world are a Lot better for it. |
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| This poem had already been published in "THE SONG OF THE HEART",a publication of the international library of poetry.All rights to it is reserved. | ||||||
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