dinsdag 23 december 2014


While everybody is sleeping,
I am reading a book
because the rain outside is way too
for the world it falls upon.

So I read myself into another world,
where the rain actually should fall
because fantasy is so much better
than reality will ever be.

Rain like this,enthousiastic, beautiful,
 innocent and pure,
is a sign of magic
and so are books.

They actually don't belong into a world like this
but they are here to keep souls
like you and me 
Just with being there
and letting us know
magic does exist.

 ©Aimée - My Notebook
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