Words spun like threads
one by single one
weaving intricate tales
of fantastical heroics
Magical worlds built
by a split second thought
of a long forgotten corner
in my crooked old mind
Writing gets me places
I never thought I'd reach
Travelling to places
far and impossibly wide
while never moving
a single inch.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
