I Breathe

I breathe the scent of the meadow

As I read the descriptions below

I can swim the seas fearlessly

By the book character my body adapts fluently

I can see the paint and structure

As described by the story narrator

A kind of hypnosis, no, I am a spectator

Full involved and indulged by the book creator

It may appear that I am faking a bit

It may reason funny but I admit

I take it seriously, to each role I commit

As fully and mostly without limit

Words I read, in my mind I can picture

The sceneries of plot, through an aperture

Lots of thrill, all set for an adventure

The degree imagination is distorted, a curvature

Each word is a piece of puzzle to be solved

Engaging in a story, here I dissolved

In each, I am related and later convolved

Later without any guilt I just absolved

I breathe every part of the literature

And all details, though in miniature