𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

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Paper and pen, 

In the den

On the table

You raise the pen.


Silent and swiftly,

It glides elegantly

The lines form together 

In great harmony.


Words bloom on the page

Like it was the wand of a mage

each stroke 

Is the picture of elegance.


You watch in amazement

As the words float off the parchment,

As if bewitched by enchantment

Your mind wanders away


Through valleys of colours

And fields of ideas,

With sisters and brothers 

In this ethereal land.


The spell was then broken

You shake out of your daze,

You stare out the window

And saw through the haze


A small bright pin pricked your mind,

You hold your faithful messenger

No time to rewind.

You scribe out your mind.


And that was the end of the story of the stories.


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