The Energy and Auras of Books
©by Deborah A. Bowman
My overflowing shelves of books
I love each one so dearly
Watching the energy released if I but look
At the shadows and auras sincerely
Etched upon my mind, capturing my heart
Ne’er allowing the mists of mystery and secrecy
To fade into nothingness, nor depart
Into the depths of dark obscurity
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My soul cries out in blissful urgency
To touch, to smell, to experience these works of art
Reaching within me, beyond me, around me
To create an atmosphere due in part
To what I can see, feel, and cherish
Tomes of rich bound leather will not perish
As my own essence, aura, and energy
Is altered by each story bestowing wisdom and legacy
On the collective super-consciousness of the Universe
Building a spiritual sanctuary to transverse
And live forever as infinity…
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Is that Annie’s Story, Blessed With A Gift in the prelaunch collectible edition on the shelf?
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