Poems, Stories, (Bookish) Thoughts
The ability to create and to be able to breathe life into that creation, so that it stirs a reader in many different ways – maybe takes them into a past, enables them to make meaning or interpret some present, or even throws them into a future in such a way that their minds are opened to the many possibilities, for me, is truly a kind of magic I never want to lose.
Over the hills and far away Stood a pity little town With a flock of lazily grazing cattle The farms were been tilled And the meadow a colourful green Fathers dug on and mothers knitted more The children hopped about in glee Their thoughts a colourful treat But nearer and nearer a storm loomed Come…
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