They feed our imagination
Their wonder rises in creation
The fables live to surround
You and me, ablaze they astound
Let the blowing wind erase
the mist scheming to debase
Our sight will not grow dim
Over it we see what is grim
Let the grasslands push you free
hero, jump and gaze all there is to see
An empty house knows no one
A used candle can be lit for none
In their past lies mystery
Only we give flight to their history
So as a wise man once ascertained
let the fables climb, unchained.
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Poetic Music
PoetryA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.
