If I were a book,
I would be a collection of verses, and hymns.
On the cover would be photographs of butterflies,
On the cover would be photographs of butterflies,
Pink butterflies,
And a red carnation,
Blue blossoms,
And lillies of the valley
Outlined with lace.
There would be photographs of my mother and father,
There would be photographs of my mother and father,
And the Secretary of Space.
There would be photographs of airplanes,
Bavarian castles,
Shakespeare's sonnets,
And of musical instruments.
The pages would be permanently perfumed
And would be textured to the touch.
The book would consist of about 77 pages,
The book would consist of about 77 pages,
With removable binding
So I could add pages,
Like a diary.
Each page would be hand lettered.
There would be several photographs of gardens,
There would be several photographs of gardens,
All in color,
Especially gardens of country farms,
And some trees.
There would be pastel colors,
There would be pastel colors,
The kind that please.
I will carry the book around with me
I will carry the book around with me
So I will not lose it.
Because it will be so beautiful,
Because it will be so beautiful,
Someone else may choose it.
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