book worm
𐑚𐑫𐑒 𐑢𐑻𐑥
the most grown up thing ever
when i was about 7
was walking to the library
filling in a form
getting a card
and choosing a book
Sherlock Holmes
or Tolkein maybe
and reading all the stories
every last one
ah the thrill
of escape
into other worlds
like dandelion clocks
drifting through time
little word packets
found a home
in me
taking a book back
when the library lady
stamped the return date
something like
joy victory wonder
deeply intoxicating
surged through my wee body
and made me believe
that just maybe
life was going to be
ok
𐑞 𐑥𐑴𐑕𐑑 𐑜𐑮𐑴𐑯 𐑳𐑐 𐑔𐑦𐑙 𐑧𐑝𐑼
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑲 𐑢𐑪𐑟 𐑩𐑚𐑬𐑑 7
𐑢𐑪𐑟 𐑢𐑷𐑒𐑦𐑙 𐑑 𐑞 𐑤𐑲𐑚𐑩𐑮𐑦
𐑓𐑦𐑤𐑦𐑙 𐑦𐑯 𐑩 𐑓𐑹𐑥
𐑜𐑧𐑑𐑦𐑙 𐑩 𐑒𐑸𐑛
𐑯 𐑗𐑵𐑟𐑦𐑙 𐑩 𐑚𐑫𐑒
·𐑖𐑻𐑤𐑪𐑒 ·𐑣𐑴𐑥𐑟
𐑹 ·𐑑𐑴𐑤𐑒𐑰𐑯 𐑥𐑱𐑚𐑰
𐑯 𐑮𐑰𐑛𐑦𐑙 𐑷𐑤 𐑞 𐑕𐑑𐑹𐑦𐑟
𐑧𐑝𐑮𐑦 𐑤𐑨𐑕𐑑 𐑢𐑳𐑯
𐑭 𐑞 𐑔𐑮𐑦𐑤
𐑝 𐑦𐑕𐑒𐑱𐑐
𐑦𐑯𐑑𐑵 𐑳𐑞𐑼 𐑢𐑻𐑤𐑛𐑟
𐑤𐑲𐑒 𐑛𐑨𐑯𐑛𐑦𐑤𐑲𐑩𐑯 𐑒𐑤𐑪𐑒𐑕
𐑛𐑮𐑦𐑓𐑑𐑦𐑙 𐑔𐑮𐑵 𐑑𐑲𐑥
𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑩𐑤 𐑢𐑻𐑛 𐑐𐑨𐑒𐑩𐑑𐑕
𐑓𐑬𐑯𐑛 𐑩 𐑣𐑴𐑥
𐑦𐑯 𐑥𐑰
𐑑𐑱𐑒𐑦𐑙 𐑩 𐑚𐑫𐑒 𐑚𐑨𐑒
𐑢𐑧𐑯 𐑞 𐑤𐑲𐑚𐑩𐑮𐑦 𐑤𐑱𐑛𐑦
𐑕𐑑𐑨𐑥𐑐𐑑 𐑞 𐑮𐑦𐑑𐑻𐑯 𐑛𐑱𐑑
𐑕𐑳𐑥𐑔𐑦𐑙 𐑤𐑲𐑒
𐑡𐑶 𐑝𐑦𐑒𐑑𐑼𐑦 𐑢𐑳𐑯𐑛𐑼
𐑛𐑰𐑐𐑤𐑦 𐑦𐑯𐑑𐑪𐑒𐑕𐑦𐑒𐑱𐑑𐑦𐑙
𐑕𐑻𐑡𐑛 𐑔𐑮𐑵 𐑥𐑲 𐑢𐑰 𐑚𐑪𐑛𐑦
𐑯 𐑥𐑱𐑛 𐑥𐑰 𐑚𐑦𐑤𐑰𐑝
𐑞𐑨𐑑 𐑡𐑳𐑕𐑑 𐑥𐑱𐑚𐑰
𐑤𐑲𐑓 𐑢𐑪𐑟 𐑜𐑴𐑦𐑙 𐑑 𐑚𐑰
𐑴𐑒𐑱
