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I
search
For an adventure,
I discover an Ancient Book
Lying in the dark,
Dusty attic.
The hard,
Rough cover,
Raggedy and dull,
 Seems
to have lost its color.
I
open it to a random page,
Wiping
the dust from my burning eyes.
The musty aroma is
A horrible pungency that stings my nose.
I gaze at the small printed words
Written
on each page.
Each word speaks out to me,
Forcing me to turn the page.
This Ancient Book is a piece of artwork.
Painted with more abstract color
Than
any painting.
Sculpted with more form
Than
any sculpture.
This Ancient Book holds an adventure.
An adventure
Of fighting intensely for love
Of
a beautiful princess,
And digging up a friendship
That
was once buried.
This Ancient Book was meant to be read.
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