Closer

Closer bind the pages,
The book we write, hold tight,
The words of honesty and truth,
the sages’ only might.
And rested minds of many,
Shall sing along the wind,
in praise of written harmony,
The story to fill need.
So closer bind the pages,
The book of love, our creed

This little ditty is dated: 29, 4, 78.
Looking back at these jottings it’s very tempting to start re-writing them but I’ve limited myself to just applying a little punctuation.

Closer