The covers of the books that coat the shelves.
All different, all reflecting the plots inside themselves.
Pink, black, red, green, purple brown.
From the words under these multicolored covers ideas have flown.
Like birds into all sorts of minds.
Influencing and molding the thoughts inside.
I love these dear friends more than you’d know.
They have become more than something I own.
When I am lonely or sad, I pick one up.
Stroke the pages and go back to the characters I love.
© Leona Petrovic, 2017