Lire Seul Dans Ma Chambre

A cool breeze kisses my crossed legs and chin,as if to pass along the warmth of the sun;that sun that now caresses my elbow as I sit.A light that now rests atop my quilted beddingcasting silhouettes across its intricate surface.A sizable tome, and its numerous leafs aplenty,lies sprawled open for all literary eyes to see.Words engraving themselves within my mind—inked words, with many tropes and pragmatism;tales of unsung heroes, and chivalrous maidens.Fire cracks and sizzles with tasteful ambiance,filling a reader’s palate with heartfelt radiance.Page after page these inked words are read,from night until dawn and from dawn till bed.The last word held by a benchmark in its stead.When eyes are lulled to a precocious dream,they dream of magic, and an adventurous regime.

Author’s Note

Dearest fellow readers,

This is the fifth poetic installment in my ‘Walking In My Own Shadows’ miniseries. I’m three more poems away from wrapping up, and I’m hoping you’ve all enjoyed each section thus far.

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The digital copy will include all eight poems in their completed iterations, accompanied by exclusive AI-generated artworks dedicated to each poem.

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