Tuesday 14 March 2017

Cara - Special Place Poem

I see my huge, velvet armchair waiting for me to sink into its arms.  
I feel calmness rush through as I settle down.
I smell the lovely, printed parchment deliver pleasure.
I hear the rustle of the page as I turn to learn more.
I taste the adventure overwhelming me.
I think I’ve travelled to a new world.

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