The Book
By Alyssa F
Published 12 August 2016
It sits on the bookshelf,
All day long.
Collecting dust,
Remaining strong.
As you open it,
The pages fly.
The words move across the page.
The pictures move,
But who knows why.
It's worth a lot but it won't sell.
One day there will be a buyer,
Just hope the poor book won't burn in a fire.