Rommet med bøker

I går visste jeg ikke at i dag var verdens poesidag. Hadde jeg visst det, skulle jeg ventet en dag med Robert leser Robert. Men  siden jeg ikke visste det, skal dere få et dikt som understreker forrige post i stedet:

  

POEM
MY LIBRARY

by Varda One

It's only a room with shelves and books,
but it's far more magical than it looks

It's a jet on which I soar
to lands that exist no more.

Or a key with which I find
answers to questions crowding my mind.

Building my habit of learning and growing,
asking and researching till I reach knowing.

Here, I've been a mermaid and an elf
I've even learned to be more myself.

I think that I shall never see
a place that's been more useful to me.

With encouraging kind friends with wit
Who tell me to dream big and never quit.

It's only a room with shelves and books,
but it's far more magical than it looks.