greekghostgirl

Sometimes when I wander by, I see this stranger, as snowflakes fly, reading and not seeming to be in any danger I catch a glimpse of his book, it's so brown, probably with a good hook, and I gently sit down He still doesn't look at me, it's "The Book Thief", I smile and let him be, and begin to feel grief, Because I know that book, it's so sad, when he finally gives me a look, I know he doesn't find it bad That's why I smile, and he begins to talk, we sit there for a while, and later begin to walk He with a long winter coat, and the brown book in his hands, me as I float, above the snowy land Sometimes reading, can bring you together, w