HomoColloquioBiblio

Every year, the National Book Week is being held. One of our School's program is to write a reading poem. It is actually a contest. And this will be my last piece.

The wind that blew with bliss as its sting
Is the breath of tomes seemly sing
That sage's wisdom to me out bring
A sense to once a foolish evening

Ample trees feed a lovely enchantress
With eyes on mended words, illusion never displeases
To a pond can be heard a greeting fishes splashes
After a crunch of unwavering memories

Deprive not me from visage I see
That virgin syllables though they're merely
But clutched a brilliance illuminating intensely
Juvenile minds led to a path progressively

Much to the gaiety they give as to heaven
gentle reasons refined as it's spoken
How man will struggle when Armageddon coming
It's the only sparkling that can ne'er be stolen nor forgotten.