I opend a page in my mind and secrets stumbled into life.
Tales of Fancy and whimsy,
Each a glimmer of what might have been
A journey begun on mists of thought
allowed to run free with the ease of a child
And once opened the book wouldnot shut
It runs barefoot and wild with the guise of the moon
flowing and babbling over the empty world.
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