Just amid of changing a sonnet into story,
To want to read it in those moments of glory,
When in the stillness; it surrounded me,
It was a desire that could not be named.
Concentrated in the momentum in flames;
About how a simple glance,
First became a look
When poetry transformed
Words Into a book.
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