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Storyteller ~

I found a bound tale
Ankle deep in a brook
A trickle of faded words
Damp pages in a book

Wettened by desire
Dropped by mistake
A gift is what you receive
Not what you take

Who wrote you
And bound you so well
Who imagined you
Who wrote this spell

A tome of wonder
Renewing alphabetical springs
Creating imaginations
And other wonderful things

Yes I found a bound tale
Ankle deep in a brook
A trickle of faded words
Damp pages in a book

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)