Tangentially Poetic - Reflections
When a story be told, Of them it be born Will never be bold. The feelings be buried, In nuances deep within, And allegory be born, For love is torn within. For them that but see, Is a wonder born free, To talk with glee.
And so it were, Whilst I lay counting the grains in sand, The surf kept passing me by. It kept telling me stories, But the sand was grainy, ...
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